when the pickin’s are slim

January 23, 2012

It is 8:40 p.m. I’ve had approximately 4 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours. On account of certain things beyond my control, I am going to bed at 8:45 p.m. In 5 minutes. But not before I express my deepest gratitude toward the pirate. Because even when the pickin’s are slim, there is [...]

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she’s a rainbow

January 22, 2012

I remember pressing her hand against the canvas, fingers spread to the width of a crayon. Purple. I remember tracing the shadow of her small body onto the warm black concrete, the edge of the chalk pressing into her open arms. Green. I remember kneading her tiny palm into the cold cement, preserving that moment [...]

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things I love on a snowy saturday

January 21, 2012

But first, a recap of things you would have heard me say today, had you attended the circus. By circus, I mean—our life. “Starting right now, there is to be no more FaceTiming family and friends. I need to be able to yell braless, without hesitation or censorship.” “Ozzy is chewing up Peter Pan.” “Your [...]

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the trouble with writing late at night. please watch this.

January 20, 2012

I was all set to sit down here and work my magic. But then there was this egg roll. Then the other. Big mistake. Then there was a glass of wine. A handsome pirate. Then I made the wood stove 108 degrees too hot. Again. Then there was a certain 6 year old triplet that [...]

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blessed be thy pirate

January 19, 2012

I’m a grown woman. I do what I have to do. Most days. Sleep? No. There’s not a lot of this going on right now. B. dump is not the easiest of sick patients. But when the days get harder, when the struggles become greater, and the restorative power of down time becomes less and [...]

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A housekeeping post: the squirrel in the attic

January 18, 2012

For approximately 5 months I’ve been a little tipsy. What I mean by that is when I look to the left, or look to the right, if I look up or if I bend down, I feel a little off—like someone is yanking up on the carpet beneath my feet. At first, I really thought [...]

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remember when the whole world was magical?

January 17, 2012

I know she’s mine because even in the throws of 101.5 fever she is pondering the universe. There is a song in her soul. I can hear it too, her song, when I listen close enough. She wants to know why the “sun goes up and then the sun comes down.” “Why does it, momma?” [...]

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it’s in the sky that I find my way back to you

January 16, 2012

I stand at the kitchen sink, the water washing away the day. Staring out the window, I trace the shape of the trees against the early evening sky. And I know you have not waited for us. You have gone on. No longer are you here, where the soles of your feet pressed against this [...]

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If you want to persuade me, give me an oil lamp and a book of matches

January 15, 2012

There’s a lot of emotional persuasion going on these days, both near and far. I can tune into facebook on any given day or night and read a number of compelling status updates luring me to do this or do that for reasons that may or may not be clear. Seductive and moving, the stories threaten [...]

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happiness is…

January 14, 2012

Happiness is forgetting yesterday. Long gone through the night sky has he slipped. Happiness is letting go of what might happen tomorrow. So far away, the promise of her stretched out along the moons ledge. Maybe just today, happiness can be right here, right now. A quite morning drive for coffee with my favorite dog [...]

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