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Hello friends,I am so sorry that I have been gone for so long. This space has enabled the healing of wounds that were gaping and raw not so long ago. I imagine at times it hasn't been too pretty. You all have listened with gentle patience and responded with sensitivity and encouragement. I would like to invite you to follow me elsewhere, where I am no longer anonymous. You will probably see

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The Land of Happy, by Shel SilversteinHave you been to the land of happy,Where everyone's happy all day,Where they joke and they singOf the happiest things,And everything's jolly and gay?There's no one unhappy in HappyThere's laughter and smiles galore.I have been to The Land of Happy-What a bore!There are lots of joyful and exciting things happening, just not sure you would be interested in the

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We went to a wedding yesterday whose location had me passing through some haunted territory. It felt like driving through a cemetary, or walking over an old battleground. The air was charged.I studied every single passing car for one in particular, wanting it to appear, dreading that it would. It didn't.I held my husband's hand and my son held my fingers. I smiled and leaned my head back into

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little Youwithfeather light lashesa button noseLord knowsyou are cute as thatas your sipping lips sipdrawn wide like a fishand those holes to your soulroam til they slowand close.Oh,little You.my love releasedLifts Offthis chairwith one last creakair-boundfor thesmallestLandofSleep.

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Nadia's Bucket List post has me thinking about all the things I want to squeeze into this lifetime of mine, so while I listen for the little one I might as well jot down some ideas.Make it all up to my husband.Play for a soccer team, just one more time.Coach a soccer team.Take a drama class, or at least a workshop.Visit Vienna and write where the composers may have written.Publish a poem.Bring my

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to you, friends, from a household that is quiet and hectic at once. I do miss you. I see pretty things that only you would appreciate and wish I had my camera, or pad and pencil. I miss composing things for you. Even more I miss stopping by to see what you are thinking about.We are well. He now smiles and coos. Yesterday he made a special connection when my husband and I stood before him and

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I've been going back in my mind searching for all the lullabyes that sailed me gently off to sea at night. This morning I was rushing to fold clothes while my hands were free, and all of a sudden I heard the sweet sound of my mother's voice singing Tender Shepherd, the lullabye from Peter Pan, to little Rowen. Long ago she used to rock me by the fireplace and sing this, her voice silvery and

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Hello Friends. It has become very quiet around here. The minutes are slower and their contents simpler. We now know how to share smiles. We like lambs and duckies. We sing lullabyes and look through windows. We find the softest things to wrap ourselves in, covered in stars, bears, or jars of hunny. Dreams are vivid and reality is dreamy.

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He's here! Angel baby. He smells sweet and his hair feels like the softest spun silk. He goes "Eh!" when he starts to wake up. He adores his Daddy and Grammy. He is my heart. I will share more soon. Time for a diaper change.

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Dear Little Buddy,I think your Daddy and I are finally going to be able to meet you in a few days! There are so many things we will learn from you and about you, but some things I know already. You are playful. You let me know what you need. You have good instincts. You are ready to move around in a bigger area!I have enjoyed feeling you grow inside me over the past 39 weeks, and you are

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If it's the right basket, putting in all of your eggs could be the best decision of your life.Happy Easter my friends. It is beautiful here. I hope it is clear and bright wherever you may be!Love,Sheila

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At this hour the Soul of the earthshall gather what is Hers,and rock them to their rest.Shifting toe tip to toe tip,rocking hips,She offers sleep in sipsand stays until they sleep.They sleep and still she sways,cradling the day as mother's tend to do.

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2 slices of Portuguese sweetbread5 strawberries1 black cherry yogurt7 pieces of pineapple1 chocolate fudge bar1 ham and cheese baguette1 Russian tea cake3 hunks of Dubliner cheese1 chocolate pudding cup1 bowl of shredded wheat cereal with strawberries4 peanut butter crackers1 big bowl of souphandful of dried papayaand lots and lots of water!A day in the life and stomach of a preggers.

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Roxie and I took a walk down to the water last night. She stood at the edge of the rocks, sniffing and wagging her hello to the swans. They hissed and moved in on her in response. Roxie thinks she's pretty tough, so she didn't back away until I pulled her with my free hand. With my other, I took the serene looking picture. Funny how photos tell fibs sometimes.I also finally learned that I

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"Look Emma, that lady has a baby in her belly!"Over the past couple days I have heard 3 different Moms point this out to their little ones. It makes me smile. It might be one of my favorite things about being pregnant: the way little girls and boys look over with a shy but wonderous smile, trying to understand that there is actually a little being in there. I can relate! It's hard for me to

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Everyone has a bit of genius in him or her. What is it that makes you exceptional? I've often considered the possibility that what makes me special is the ability to spot it in other people. There are times, however, when the rich, decadent, almost daily servings of genius creation on here are gobbled up by me as a greedy, gluttonous child would a slab of chocolate cake. That is, without

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His birthday is the day before Valentine's Day. We celebrated with some of his favorite things here in Rhode Island, then headed to NYC for the rest of the weekend with his brother and sister in law. I love him. It doesn't look right, written like that. I drag the ooo's out in "love", for the full effect, when I say it to him.

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There is a little boy inside of me who is tumbling and turning! He is poking and punching a bit too. He's still too small for it to feel like anything other than a gentle bump, but today it felt like he was reaching up towards my ribs. It tickled!I caught a bit of a cold, so I've spent this weekend trying to be still and drink lots of tea and OJ. I found myself missing they days when my mom

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It was a cold and windy weekend to transport this respectably sized baby bump around the streets of New York City, but it was well worth it. Every year my mom takes me to the city to experience what's good in theater, food, and people watching.We saw South Pacific in the most intimate theater at Lincoln Center. I used to dance around the house and sing "I'm gonna wash that man right outta my

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This is a photo taken by the lovely and talented Nadia (pre-bump, of course!).I rediscovered this today and keep going back to look at it. I like it, because it is pretty even though my feet are like an oger's. Nadia makes everything special. I'm glad she is my friend.

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This is my grandfather. He died when my father was 11. He became an icon of sorts, and this photo hangs in the home of every aunt, uncle and cousin. We like to believe we inherited his strength, his grace. I spent hours gazing at this photo imagining what it would be like to sit on his knee, wondering whether he would exude the sternness of his generation or the warmth his eyes imply. Does

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My Hatian friend writes, "We are still unable to reach my dad, but we have heard third hand from someone in the area that my family are ok. We have some reason to be positive, but until I speak with my dad and account for every member of my family I will remain a nervous wreck. Seeing those bodies being hauled away with no one to claim them and no identity is heart wrenching. I am told my dad is

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"Indeed, for a country and a people who are no strangers to hardship and suffering, this tragedy seems especially cruel and incomprehensible"-President Obama regarding the current devestation in Haiti.I have a friend from college who can't get in touch with his father, mother, or extended family in Port au Prince. He doesn't know if they are alive. He is assuming they must be dead. I cannot

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It's not what it seems. I've done fairly well at restraining myself in the baby section of any given department store. What you see is the generosity of my sister in law, whose twin boys are now scampering around their home and babbling at us via telephone. Tell me, is there anything yummier than a tiny onesie? Anything more delightful than the name Heffalump for lavender blue paint?

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Last year at this time I felt like I was limping a tattered, used up soul over the year's finish line. 2009 was truly a clean start. I'm not sure how I got so lucky. I believe that angels have watched over me.After heaving a suitcase out of the window, almost immediately a breeze blew in with weightless but precious treasures. Treasures that were mine with just a deep breath of the fresh air.I

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Hello Dahhhhlings,I had planned to post proper Happy Holiday wishes last night, but got all wrapped up in wrapping paper. I write this from work without any access to my photos, so I've decided to post the last stanza from one of my favorite Christmas poems, "Child's Christmas in Wales" by Dylan Thomas:Looking through mybedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow,

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I love that we have been snowed in! I've used the time to read, bake, clean, watch movies, look through name books, and snuggle under the covers with my favorite person. Last night I dreamed that I gave birth but couldn't remember the labor. As I slept in this morning I had many dreams about holding the baby with a hand cupped around his head and another tucked under his little bum.Roxie hates

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happy little Chinese boybobbingleft bobbingrightjaunts alongwithfingerspalmindaddy'sleft mommy's rightshaggyglossyshortor longtossing lefttossing rightcaramelcoloredskin andsongit's a gifta rosy light

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I bought this as a Christmas gift from my brother, read the first chapter, and proceeded to spend the remainder of the weekend under the covers with Andre Agassi. The time flew by, as you can imagine.I have long been an Agassi fan but started watching closer at the very end of his career. I was fortunate enough to be at the US Open when he played the last match of his career then wept as he

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When I sing Christmas Carols I cry, remembering memories that aren't mine. I try to hold an alto tone as we summon and make known the unknown. Love like golden sun melts down my throat and coats my soul.

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Last night I was reading in bed and my husband called up to me, inviting me to join him in watching one of his favorite shows. I declined, too cozy and sleepy to move, but drifted off following a string of thought. How lucky I am that there is always tomorrow to snuggle with him on the couch! It was not too long ago that this "tomorrow" was in peril, that it could have been there, or not,

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It was during the meditative part of the prenatal yoga class that I traveled. A silky voice cut through the gentle wave crashes and spoke of the little fingers and toes, arms and legs that are moving up and down, ears that can hear, inside. I turned my closed eyes inward and somersaulted into warmth. I felt a gentle rocking and heardTender Shepherd Tender Shepherd watching over all your

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Halloween is the BEST. These are photos from last year, when we held the 2008 "Zombie Awards" at our house People came dressed as a music star, and walked the red carpet when the arrived. It was all about karaoke, Rock Band, and Fashion Police. I was Avril Lavigne (I know, who really cares about Avril Lavigne, but it was easy to put the costume together!). My husband was much more creative,

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Oh my gosh, it has been so long since I've talked to you guys and there is a lot to say! My husband and I are expecting a baby in May! This means I am just over 12 weeks along. Morning sickness, fatigue, yes, but things are going well and we are very happy. The experience of telling people our news has been very positive. For some reason this is the part I was dreading. It was very weird for

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memories, blowing through my square clean green lawn, are raked in piles, bagged, and trashed. With diligence. Back inside, hear brittle whispers and grip tightened whitened knuckles round my weaponry once more. daily well-intended invasions.. when you called my name into the woods you must have set the trees in motion Rake. Bag. Trash. (we'll have none of that)

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I am taking a sick day today. Did some dishes. Watched Bravo. Finished The God of Small Things. Go pick it up, it is so strange and beautiful!! How are you doing?

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We stumbled upon this unbelievable fountain park in Lima our last night there. There was a different piece of music playing at each fountain, new age, classical, opera, ragtime......I'd like to share this song with you. I saw the video for the first time today and immediately thought of my relationship with some of you. Doesn't this remind you a bit of some of the friendships you've made here?

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If you had a magical friend with a collection of charms who tends to an enchanted farm and stirs spelling broths of goodness in an ancient house

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i felt like thumbalinaitty bitty and prettyfolded up in your big arms.you blessedin whispered wishes,in perfectly placed kisses,i strung them up like charms.

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Well, Peru is just spectacular. I will write more about it but wanted to get some photos up first. The first one is of my husband and I on our way from Machu Pichu to the Inca drawbridge. In the second one I am with one of our friends who lives in Lima. This gentleman ordered us the best meal I have ever had in my entire life. We had ceviche (fresh fish marinated in citrus), the freshest

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We could live nearlypoint a to b linearlymissing pre-a post post-b,beyond walls made of sea.Shapes of foreign eyesremain s, l and y if we nevergaze in wonderatbaby rainbow wrapped motherclouds and castles in each othergenerosityof the non-blood brother.Wander.And in each new landkneel and gather in your handa piece of what They wove'til you are cloaked in Globe.

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Yesterday at the end of an extraordinarily long and eventful day, my husband and I threw our overnight bags and our pug into the car and drove to Eden Manor. Checked in at 8:30pm and then drove like mad to the nearest restaurant which was a pizza joint serving enormous pies just dripping with mozzarella. All I had eaten up until that point was a handful of pistachio nuts. I know, so bad! Work

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i like smokey eyes,drawn by God's penciland smudged with His thumb,ones that smile likeI know whatyou don't,those which saycome in, lay downon my faith in you.

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Hello Everyone!I realize I have left you on the edge of your computer chairs in anticipation. My hair.....well, could be worse! It came out the color of a carrot, and so we had to buy another box and the only color that would cover it was a pretty dark brown. It passes for normal, which is good enough for me right now:)As for the weekend, on Saturday evening my husband and I drove to the water

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The sky started grumbling and before long rain was beating down on the house again this evening. Record breaking rain for July, I wonder if it will be so for August. Something important is happening. The sky looks frightened, or maybe I just look to it with frightened eyes. I love the rain though. I can feel my toes in warm, slippery mud though they lie clean on crisp white linen. My scattered

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Nightime mirror staringmakes me old and stony,eyes travel livesby tunnel.Midnight shadow hazingshapes bedlamps to faces,curled captains and babiesin smoke.Morning worry formingsifts real from story,haunted vandals fade,from day.

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I'm sitting here with a box of "Spicy Salsa" Garnier Nutrisse hair color next to me, the reason being that I am done with paying $150 to the hair salon every few months. Worse than the money spent was the time wasted! I would go in at 10am and leave at 1:30! That is ridiculous!! I am lucky to be able to say that I don't see any grays yet, and was simply coloring my hair because I was on this

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"You are very brave"hangs thereYou say it again,knowing the doubtable thingsneed saying twice,and add my name.they hang there"Okay"I whisper.I shrug.You lifteyebrowsand nod.When I pass through the doorthe "brave" floats overhead,it squishes into my carand bumps against the roof.It tags along into my homeand is connected detached,like my sleeping dog,but rather shapeless. There, though.A gift, to

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Good morning everyone! It's been too long since we've really talked. I've been busy pushing poems your way, sorry about that! As you can tell it's something I've been focusing on quite a bit lately, and I've kind of burrowed myself into my blog in a way that doesn't encourage much interaction with you all. Then there's work. I won't go into it. Just know that I miss you guys!In some

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Draw it with your left hand,you suggest,And see what that looks likefeels likeand how you would describe it.i have trouble,as predicted,so i write the letters.Now appears anger pretty in cursive.You made it nice,you observe,Like everything.i squirm.How does it feel?It tastes sweetthough bitter when bit.Why coat it?you pose,and i don't know.How does it seem,you persist,the inner bit?It sitsand

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(inspired by Chessa)Tape it on her door.How will I know which is hers?Tape it on the door next to the red bicycle.And if the bicycle is not there?The bicycle is always there! Except during the few hours directly following sunrise and on Sundays during the few hours proceeding sunset. And whenever Alfonso has taken it to be serviced. How will I know? How will I know whether the bicycle might be

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We burst into Sound of Music,climbing stairs of silliness with loud, clumsy feet.Pinged by echo on reboundyou collapse in gigglesand catch my ankleso that we tumble all the waydown and when we roll over that first step,the one that got us started, we peel laughteranother time and again untilour stomaches scream and heave.We lie silentgrinning twinkles.Ah, I love you.

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There is a poem in this that I can't write today.

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Solemn NoblemenStay stoicSo stifledWe cryYou carryCry onCarry onLight as featherStiff as bedBrave art thou who bear the dead,We turn to you our blurry eyes, Soldiers in black suits with ties.

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Mary Matriarch,Our Monarch,You nourished UsYou mended Us.We have thrived under your Mothering Devotion,Your firm handand sharp tongue,Clever, CleverWe wish to be,like You.Like the oil of olivesyou released our essencesinto the thick, watchful airof our Home,where lived Liberty of Ottaviano.

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River waves lapin on sandwith affected ease.Gold frosts and bejewels the deep blue.Things with fins, wings,sip Lovelylike honeysucklewine.Hush the bees,She sleeps(Time)

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When we are this closeI look down and knowhow it feelsfor your shoes to be mine,how thelittle toe feelsbugging that tallest one,getting under skin like little ones do.Know how that toe knuckle feelshunched over and curmudgeon-like,all cross and scoliotic.It feels cute.ah wait- that's my thought in me, isn't it?YOU'RE cute.kay- that was you as you about me.We separated back out.Not for long haha..

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This morning I went for a power run- my first of the season and it felt great. Then I waded into the water in my shorts and sports bra. The only thing really holding me back was my ipod, but if tomorrow is as beautiful as today I just may officially hit the beach and get in the water. When I got home we grabbed lunch at an outdoor cafe, which was followed by ice cream and a walk around the

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Missing is the heart's lamentin songits lips forming olike a ghostand sounds likeno......the sound of woeis openand roamsbut the feelingis pulledbetween two thingstaut like stringand resemblesan empty pagedespite words to say.

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stomping love deep down in groundboosting joy up into airbeckoning with fingers browncome here.turn there.try to tame them dare you dare youif you think i most inspirelicking flames of tidal waveslike water.like fire.

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Happy Fourth of July my friends! Today was spent with one of my favorite people who is also my Fashion Fairy-Godmother. Tomorrow my husband and I fly to DC for a quick visit with his sister, her husband, and their twin boys. If July 4th is half as fun as the 3rd I will be perfectly content. Please take care of yourselves on this holiday, ok? Have a great day and a wonderful weekend. Love, S

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Black spreads,saturates,like spilled ink.Air feels electrictastes sweet.Giant fingersroll rumblingboulders.Reign.A tear.tear tear tear.Fragrant onlyin occupationof another,earth wormsmetallic keysdrippy green leaves.tear tear tear tear.We are not alone my dear.

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I was always the type to tip toe into coldI need to ease,I would plead,that is me.So my Calves would shiverand tell KneesIt's just river!And my knees would gaspand tell my thighsto relax.And so it goes.Tiny body bites of cold.Well, on this day, no.I kick and run and jump and thrash and fly and crash into blue!First one in, too.

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Some of you may remember the Beach House poem I wrote a few weeks ago. This morning I will be packing my car with an overnight bag, snacks, and Cindy's cd and heading to Cape Cod. It wasn't long ago that I spent a perfect day there with ClaireI have been dreaming of the sound of waves. Do you remember what it sounds like when the tide has changed direction with a vengeance, and the sand pebbles

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...les personnes qui ne sont pas courtois. I conduct all business with a pleasant voice and a smile. There are these two different departments I work with, and one makes a lot of mistakes but is always polite and kind, the other makes fewer errors but is extremely unpleasant to interact with. I will take the less competant but friendly people ANY. DAY.I have to tell you that today some of the

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I like your voiceit is deep and sure and it anchors my skybound mind allthewaydown to my wrist with a loop and a knot(in youth i feared balloons. they always left. Perhaps.. perhaps we should talk about that)

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She tiptoes around me, bent over so that her heart pieces, having less distance to fall, are less likely to wake me. The following words have already formed in her head in the event that my eyes do open: Oh please don't worry, it's only mine that I'm breaking. Yours is going to be just fine!

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Kendalee has inspired me to write about a recurring dream. This one used to come to me between the ages of 8 and 12. I would be home alone, or outdoors and alone, and a wolf-man would come looking for me. It was always a game of sorts, kind of like hide and seek. Through the window I would watch him coming up the driveway, and I would have seconds to stow myself away somewhere clever. One of

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Some things flourish inwardly, like flowers grown backwards into the earth. I have a dark garden in here, I think to myself sometimes. Once a week for an hour we pull weeds and open the window to the sun. We continue to wait upon the rain.

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Hushed and sullen you are beckoned bythe chant of pollen.Screen door creaks, your creeping feetpatter, meekunder the stark sky of lost devotion.In consolationyou stumble back intothe briers seekingone particular floweryou smell lilacstulips daisiesyou won't find meyou won't find meI come from distant landswild horses,endless sands,lost to you nowgo turn your faucet handle good and hardso it won't

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Last night we giggled and snickered and made wise remarks until we fell asleep under the covers, like kids at a slumber party. But in the morning I found the corner of his eye, moved down three centimeters and kissed the handsome in his face.

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When she plays all Things awaken and waltz.

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It has been quite an eventful weekend of coffee shops, movies, missing a friend's birthday, a handsome bride and groom, coming face to face with an old foe, alternately adoring and fighting with my husband and waterfire and photo shoots with a wonderful and talented friend in her fabulous studio! While I don't want it to end, I do look forward to Monday for one reason: my summertime swap

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Yesterday I reached into my mailbox and pulled this outYes, the very talented Cindy from Quaint Handmade had me for Nadia's Summertime Swap! Her bright and upbeat cd mix sent me cheerfully on my way into work this Friday morning and will accompany me wherever I go this weekend. There are so many other pretty things carefully arranged next to my keyboard right now, such as these lovely postcards,

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I want to sleep to the wild whispersof the waves,my summer sisterspeeling linens downfrom quilt to felt to silkas the night's sun turns on.If ghosts of seawalk this desert beachthey may breathewords like no and please,and gather roundthe open splintered window gaping as these lovelies dream.

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It's July and I'm dragging a big scrub brush along JP's thick, gleaming neck, and pretending he's mine. My best friend is behind me with "Cuz", my Instructor crush is in front of me with "Jessie", and the opening lines of my favorite song have just started to play on the radio. Yes!I feel beautiful, my tall black boots coated in dust, hay sticking out from my ponytail. Chris is untangling the

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Gentle play.Layand walk in clay.Live, Love,Pray.Clean air.Care.A question layer.All clear.Claire.

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Embrace your fearas a child For you made him.In secret stearthat which you covetTrepidation.But listen wellLike any truthbobbles to top It will yelland thrash and burnuntil you stop.

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........just kidding. However these gentlemen are certainly hardworking and very brave. I took a couple pathetic shots from the street and almost kept on walking, but then I said to myself "Stop letting life pass you by. Besides, you know they will be flattered!" Flattered they were. Especially when they thought I was one of those calendar creators. Or at least the press. Sorry boys, but

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What is your current obsession?Blogging! Writing and getting to know my new camera. Books! What is your weirdest obsession?I don't think it's weird, but people are usually amused by my extreme enthusiasm for the Olympic Games. I'm a fanatic.What are you wearing today?Right now I'm wearing black yoga pants and my husband's green Italia soccer sweatshirt. Not sure about where to go from here!

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We were feeling a little better so we hit the road and drove to the beach. While he waited in line at the takeout window she and I did some people watching.....sniffed around a bit. Then chowder and clams at a picnic table by the ocean.....yeah, I think we're starting to come around.

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Sometimes I stumble upon a place and feel certain that what I'm feeling has somehow leaped out and into my surroundings.

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Caitlin lived in a house located just 3 minutes away from school. She had a cool dog (Springer Spanial), a cool Mom (way laid back), a cute younger brother with a cool name (Shepherd, or "Shep") and a cooler than cool older sister named Celia (pronounced with a hard "C").Caitlin's friends had an open invitation to "crash there" anytime, and though I was excited to do so I was happier still to be

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Feeling lonely.Feeling down.Go away world.It is hard to lose a friend.

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Bodies just can't contain our inhabiting spirit. We spill out of our pores. Laughter. Tears. Poetry. Painting. What lingers behind when we have left the room. These are all floating or landed bits of us, bubbled over and out. It is a miracle more doesn't escape. I wonder if death is the spirit's final triumph over imprisoning skin and bones.My little Suki was like the personification of a

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You don't hear this anymore.My words fallupon the keyboardthen the floor.Saturated downbeached and drownedlike wormsstrewn aroundin the stillafter-chillof daysupon daysof rain.I am ill.Do mybesttostepwell.

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Someone pierced the heart of Sun andnow the blood runsand the white cotton Sky wailsLook what you've done!and She closes His eyes,on His body She liesand She buries what once was Her Son.

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But a periwinkle swallowed and spit up by the roar, twinkling and still on the shore, listening, dreading more. Suck me deep into the darkest, coldest patches, launch me out towards a choking mouth of sand, but please do leave me alone to wait for it to begin again. Sensing its foamy fingers creeping onshore at midnight, waiting for their first touch (again), I am truly lost to the undertoe

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Sometimes an evening puts on a show. After a perfectly lovely conversation over coffee with a friend, I joined my husband for a perfectly peaceful evening, walking around the streets of Providence. The mood was easy and pleasant, but the sights were funny, warped and freakish. It was like a walk through the carnival funhouse. Come along if you dare...

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The rain sizzles and whispers and taps it's whispy fingers all over my window.It draws a breath and sighs,(the sky)my eyelash sweeps the pillow.

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This is the moment at dinner when I check out. Something has just been said that disappoints me but doesn't surprise me, or maybe it makes me remember the way things were in another time. The item blurs and so do I. But here's a new trick in my bag: I name the object. I note the noises around it. The object comes back into focus, next the people I'm with. Finally, I come around, and if I

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I hold back feelings. Deny myself the opportunity to set them free. What I didn't know was that they have been collecting in my throat. Yet instead of feeling like obstructions, as one would expect, it feels like they are something just out of reach. You see I have often felt this sensation in my throat, experienced as thirst but unrelated to needing or wanting water. It stays until the thing

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Credit must go, once again, to La Porte Rouge, for if this wasn't a complete copy of something Nadia has done it was at least inspired by her. This was taken with my new camera you guys! Early birthday present. I am having so much fun with it, but don't know how to soak up the light like I managed to with my non digital. I don't know how to get much depth of field with this one either. I'll

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Today, on Mother's Day, my husband and I visit the home of my dear Grandmother, though she no longer resides there. While he takes apart the bed I wander around the backyard and I swear to you I remember my 1st birthday, which was celebrated under the shade of this tree, where I received a big, pink bouncy ball with a bow on it. I approach the dried up garden where we used to keep our eyes

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We have it, reserves of it that we aren't even aware of. The ability to contort and bend with conflict, to leap over gaping holes that open into the center of the earth, to hold up the entire weight of our dangling bodies with mere fingertips! We have a memory of battle that we have never undergone, an instinct for survival in anarchy that has not yet fallen upon us, a base of knowledge as fixed

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Did you know thatNadia, from La Porte Rouge has ridiculous fashion and shopping skills in addition to all of her other talents? In the span of 2 hours and less than $200 she made my closet something fun to hang out in. That's just what I've been doing too: sliding the hangers back and forth and running my fingers over my new clothes, which remind me of my new friend, who I can spend hours with

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Saturday mornings are so delicious, in the same way that the first few licks of an icecream taste so much better than the last. This one was spent in Pawtuxet, which means "Little Falls" in the language of the Narragansett Indians, the original inhabitants of the area. On this same land Rhode Island patriots attacked and burned the Brittish Gaspee ship in 1772. Today it was simply the air we

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I ran today and remembered the athelete that I was (am)I remembered running on the balls of my feet so as not to waste time with heel to toe motion.Leaping over bodies on the ground to throw myself in front of a ball,and the feel of striking the sweet spot with my laces.Catching breakaways, fighting for headers in the air, my mom's yell before each goal kick.Walking like a fighter.Playing for my

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I would like to live in a library, one that still had children's hours and card catalogs. When my eyes grew weary from reading in the dark I would open a book (the plastic would make the crinkle noise at its spine!) and stick my nose inside and just inhale. Have you ever thought about all the knowledge that is binded and stacked in a single small town library? I guess that is why I get greedy

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I have wished on dandelions, clock times, necklace clasps, flower petals, soda can tabs, shiny pennies, birthday cakes and eyelashes, and inside every plea sent out to the universe was the belief that what I already had wasn't worth much. The best wishes take an element of the present, add something sweet, and shape it into a shiny request. As a matter of fact, who needs wishes when in fact we

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