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Looking Out and In

Looking Out and In

Happiness sneered at Joy I am more relatable Identifiable Creatable Buyable Thinkable Controllable Joy responded, you are servant to the situation I am found within, in relationship I come in seasons of defeat, anguish There, sparks of joy rise No person can create me...

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We wait Long days, noise, silence Chilled, weakened Fruit has not yet appeared But see wonders Promises of rebirth In you Around you
Birthing Pains?

Birthing Pains?

The inner stirrings of new life and pain woke me in the night and in a fog, I thought I was pregnant. I remembered the feeling, clearly, from all those years ago as I made my way to the bathroom. I knew it was Eastertide—a time of wonder and hope—but even in my...
My True Love Gave to Me

My True Love Gave to Me

The day before Christmas, we talked about waves. My son’s call came in the early morning from a thousand miles away–I closed my eyes so he could sit beside me. It was an honest talk…..one where we let the truth rise and fall on each other. A mother...
A Bell Ringing on Brady Street

A Bell Ringing on Brady Street

When the sun is scarce and the air too cold to breathe, I do my best to ignore the dryness in my eyes and on the tips of my fingers. I listen to more music and try to remember to take vitamin D. I take walks to avoid the dreaded seasonal depression that comes along...

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