Light filters through the windows, spiderwebs glisten in the shimmery softness and stillness. The house is empty and I have yet to get dressed, an afternoon of comfort, of Thanksgiving.…
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On warm autumn afternoons we sit in the sunshine and put fallen leaves in our hair, weaving them in and out, trying our best to glow, to transform the sun’s…
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Lately, I have been bursting at the seams with good news. All of my needs are being met with absolutely no effort on my part. Things are falling into…
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“These days are numbered.” -The Head and the Heart These days I am drinking less beer and more tea. The kind that promises relaxation. Like an old woman, I take sips and think…
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Coffee stained comforters, tea stained books, tear stained cheeks. These days I am spilling and spilling over. Love and loss are enmeshed in the chemistry of my thought patterns, they dictate the…
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Around this time two years ago, my grandmother passed away. When I am overwhelmed with life (which is often, very often) I think of her weak fingers squeezing my hand and the…