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Garden Whispers
I was always praised for being fast and efficient –At work, at school, walking, even going peeGo go go go Get married, have kids, buy a house –Get it done.Then I stepped into the garden and all I kept hearing was slow down.This was very irritating. I’m better when I’m fastMore worthy and certainly more valuable.But […]
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At least saltier
The summer of ‘22 —A clearly punctuated gift of time.A chance to remember life more vividly;Come September, different from June.Hopefully more refreshed or experienced, at least saltier. Endless magic at the Zoo at night.Diving boards at the local pool, Sandlot style. Bonnie Raitt and flies in the kitchen.Rising Appalachia in the redwoods.“Live your life time” at home.Dog […]
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“Boring” Life
After my dad died, I remember my mom saying that she just wanted her boring life back. The one where they went to the same Italian restaurant every Friday and kissed every night when he got home from work. The one where she would fall asleep on the couch while they watched yet another bad […]
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Summer in Alaska
As we drove our final travel stretch from Anchorage to Girdwood, a local mountain town, all five of us were ready to “be there yet”. Years of longing, an astrocartographer’s nudging, months of planning, two long flights and the snack hero (me) all brought us safely to this moment. Birch pollen filled the air like […]
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More on Braving Joy
Nothing, other than grief, has taken me further from and also brought me closer to myself and the depth of human love than motherhood. I think that’s what they mean when they say, “Yeah, but it’s worth it!”. I am someone who relates to the world in a deep, larger-than-life way. My process is to […]
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Heart Berry
“Did I ever tell you the story of how strawberries got their name?” my Dad would ask. My sisters and I would laugh and roll our eyes. Dad would throw us a friendly nudge. All of us knew that he had in fact told us that story. Too many times to count (though I was […]
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Not Another Love Story
We tell our love storylike words on the back of a wine bottleHow it all startedHow the rest was history.We smile and laugh at the same parts, we remember the serendipity and irony of it all. At some point the “story” ended and we actually began:Marriage, a baby, a second baby, a move, a death, another babyHow […]
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Not Another Motherhood Post
I lay in bed and circle the pothole of guiltwondering if I’ll step into it tonight. Will bathing in the pit absolve me of my sins for the day?Tomorrow I’ll read more books, meal-prep sooner, do an art project, pay more attention to the middle one, draw with the big one and promise not to make […]
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Lost & Found
If my body had a “presence” notification, like an iPhone does for weekly screen time, what percentage of the day would it show that I spend in my body versus lost in the ping-pong of my well-intentioned mind? Stillness is illusive. For so long the present moment has felt scary, unproductive, unsafe, angsty and not […]
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Frog & Co.
Frog “ribbits” during the day to signal rain.I look to the weather app on my phone and see nothing in the forecast. Silly myth, I think to myself. A few minutes later, drops fall from the sky.We are once, twice, a hundred times removed from the knowing of nature —while Frog has been with Her all along. When Owl […]
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