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I Fear Change. I do. I Welcome Change. I do.
I am home alone tonight. My son is at his first high school football game. My husband on a flight, returning home to us this evening. Life has been upended. High School has begun… I was cleaning...
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Change. It is Part and Parcel of Life.
Change. It is part and parcel of life. I have written about Change before: Change is the Only Constant Change can be very hard for those of us who grew up in chaos. It is not always hard, but it can...
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I Will Open My Heart And I Will Try
We took my mother to Mexico for her 60th birthday. My son was just one and toddling. I saw my mother smile in Mexico. I watched my mother hold my fathers hands as we wandered the old cobblestone path...
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“Thou art Dust and Unto Dust Thou Shalt Return."
Reblogged from Step On A Crack...Or Break Your Mother's Back: One of the up sides of growing up with crazy alcoholics, for me, was the need to believe in something. The Mystical God of the pre Vatican...
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I Am Holding To the Old Ways in Our Family
Lent is at the end for this year. I spent it Not Thinking about my mother. In the Buddhist sense. I sat with my mother in my mind and in my heart. I watched my life during these days past with my...
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RIP * My Name is Roger, and I’m an alcoholic
RIP Roger Ebert Here is an article he wrote about his journey to sobriety. I will post Poetry tonight. I could not let this day pass without honoring this great man. This blog is about my mothers...
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“I Should Like Them More” * Thank you Mel
My Mel understands. She is my Warrior Woman, My Tribal Queen. Mel nails something here: Some of us don’t need many. Some of us are better off with Few, Tight and Space. It doesn’t make us less or...
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Grief is a beast and Resentment its worst bedfellow
Two years ago November 30th, my Mother left this world. I held my heart still and quiet as the days approached, wanting to be present, to remember whatever it was that would come to mind. I am trying...
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This Wild Ass One Thing
I choose not to believe in coincidence. I see All of It as part of some Wild Ass One. Thing. I don’t know what that Wild Ass One Thing is. I do know it is there. Today in line at the grocery store the...
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The Hard Truth and Those that Tell It
I love Poetry. I love Poetry Month. I also have a story to tell and this blog has been both canvas and therapy. I stopped. I stopped telling the story of my mother’s life and her death and her...
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