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the fascinating fours
Our son will turn 5 on Feb. 1, less than a month away now. It’s incredibly bittersweet. I miss the baby days (although I definitely view them through the perfect Instagram filters I used to document them, and have most assuredly forgotten about the sleep depravation, the monotonous pumping and the what seemed to be…
so many ideas
So little time. I almost started a blog in 2007. I think it’s still hanging out there on blogger, empty with possibility. It was July 7, 2007, in fact. The dog we got when I was 16 had just died. I saw a rainbow that day, when she died. And I thought with the 7/7/07,…
also, poetry
I have one tattoo, so far. It is the words “poet breathe now” on the inside of my upper left arm. It has a lot of meaning to me, each word, the poem that inspired it, and the placement of it. Right now, it serves as inspiration to write more poetry. I love poetry because…
why blog
Why not just journal. Keep a diary. Buy a blank book and fill it up. I kept a journal when I was pregnant. I wrote it in nearly every night before we fell asleep. My husband would read; I would write. I felt like it was such a momentous time that I needed to document…
you’re perfect, never change
In high school, I remember it was a thing to write “never change” in someone’s yearbook. It was high on the list of ultimate compliments to give someone. The obvious problem with never changing is that the world changes around us, like it or not. Like, do high schoolers even write in yearbooks anymore? And…
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