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January 1st, 2019
Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…
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January 1st, 2019
Listening to the clock on the wall, the gentle tick, tick, tick soothing with its consistent, monotonous presence. The animals are restless today. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe they sense another new year is here, with the potential for all things great and small, all things bright and beautiful. Or perhaps they care not about…
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Christmas Eve 2018
After a busy month, and a busy and productive fall, At last Christmas has come For us, one and all It waits not for the time To let it in Nor for free time to finally begin It comes with a whisper, A brush of air The bright excitement of children, The festive clothing we…
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Christmas Eve 2018
After a busy month, and a busy and productive fall, At last Christmas has come For us, one and all It waits not for the time To let it in Nor for free time to finally begin It comes with a whisper, A brush of air The bright excitement of children, The festive clothing we…
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November Sunday
Another long week has finally ended, Fluffy snow softens the ground My little ones cough and sputter throwing their germs around With so many items on my list, But all the checkmarks missing Another week looms stark ahead And I don’t feel much of a blessing But time it does not wait And kids don’t…
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Renewed
Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…
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Renewed
Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…
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Recovery
It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…
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The big questions
Another day closer to the end of the month, nine months down and counting. October will soon be here which is good, as my three year old is obsessed with saying, “Halloween time is here!” Every time it’s dark outside. And it feels as though winter will soon be here, even though the week has…