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December 25th
I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight. It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.” While it may…
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Journey Home
The road is long Torn between the warmth ahead And the comfort behind It stretches out interminably And yet What lies ahead is worth the journey Home to my youth Home to family The struggle is half the enjoyment The destination sweeter For the effort required to get there.
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Night on golden pond
Golden night falls, Silent on the mirrored glass Branches sway in the breeze Haunting sounds caught, And into the darkness pass
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The gifts we bring
Today left me musing about the sometimes meager changes I bring for those around me. I deal with sickness and loss, love and life on the small scale, every day. Some days, I feel as though I’ve chipped away a tiny corner, shedding the scales from the layers that life glues on us all Other…
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Choices
One way lies the steady, the tried and the true Each day lined up, you know what to do The other way there be monsters Potentially awaiting. Or could there be glory, forever unabating Which direction to go, the question remains Both could incur loss, as the other one reigns So listen to your heart…
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Monday morning dreaming
There’s a bite in the air today, although the weather is warmer than it was. Something about the end of November makes me long for a warm blanket and a fireplace. Especially on a Monday, I often wish I could call in sick, lay on the couch all day and devour book after book, looking…
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Mercy
What is mercy at the end of the day? Is it better to give kisses than kicks? Is it the cool touch of a cup, on a hot summer’s day, a chair at the end of the road? Is it comfort in an old friend, or kindness from a stranger? Mercy is a quality which…
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Problem solver
Saturday should be a sleep in day, but that never seems to happen for me. I woke up a half hour earlier than normal, shrugged and went about my day. I finished my first draft of book 5, did a list of things to do, did laundry, cooking, cleaning and childcare, even launched my author…
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Traffic
My eyes are grainy today, but still somehow find the light. It’s bright and wonderful through the fog. Cars honk, go slowly, pacing with their horses grumbling. They slowly move past the line, reined in by the weather. I feel their longing to bolt, Tied and restrained into a 9-5, somedays I’d like to run…
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My Riff
My life’s a place of work and laughter, both at the same time. Even on a Monday when life is hectic, I find a place of joy inside. A repeating riff of the variety of living. The good, the bad, the sad. Each day the same but slightly different. Each aspect another facet of the…