Poetry
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Mama Bear – a poem for mothers protecting their young
Living in the countryside is such a privilege. Truly. The sound of rushing creek water in the winter, the exuberant buttercups in the spring, the cotton candy glow of summer evenings, and the golden light of autumn while watching the wildlife store up for winter is some kind of magic. Like any place you live… Continue reading
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Counting My Blessings Like Sheep & Spiraling
When I was first pregnant with my son I was so scared of the joy. That wrestling with joy would continue into those early years as I soaked up the light and happiness of motherhood. I was not accustomed to such lightness having experienced the deep pain of infertility for years. About nine months postpartum… Continue reading
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Don’t Take Me Back – the painful side of social media’s 2016 trend
2016 is trending;but it’s the year that markedthe years to comeof lifewithout a babythe year I didnt knowthat I would startto die. 2016 is trending;it’d be a long and painfulburialmonth by monthby month bymonth—this is what it’s liketo diewhen you arestill alive. (But are you?) I can’t get backthere.Nor do I want to—do not take meback.… Continue reading
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What Dreams Are Made Of – a poem for turning 31
Like everyone who ever turns 30 and then 31 and then 32, you realize how un-old that actually turns out to be. Of course, there is the reality of getting older and I think you become more generally and practically aware of your humanity and that you won’t be young forever. I’ve also discovered those… Continue reading
