Material Girl

An appreciation post for: The eyes that are yours, but also your father’s. With eyebrow’s from Mom. Thank goodness, thank goodness for them. The lips that are yours, but also your father’s and somehow your mother’s. It must be the way they move like hers when you speak the truth. And stay silent, listening, like […]

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“Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful.”

Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl who last year thought she would never know joy again. Well, little Katie, looks like you got your polka dots back.  Let’s hear it for loving yourself first, let’s hear it for the darkness we all have to abide to stretch towards the light, let’s hear it for the […]

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Thursday’s child is full of grace

I have a lot of anger that doesn’t know where to go. I am not sure, at all times, what I am angry about. I feel frustrated, turned around, upside down. I’ve bit my cuticles raw. The cold, wet of February is dogging me. I am down. I don’t think it’s unusual for someone to […]

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a few questions lately:

What if forever looks like this? What if it gets better from here? But then again, what if it gets worse? What if I go wrong somewhere, and everything falls apart? What if I am brave and it works out? What if something wonderful happens? What if I cut myself some slack? And you, what […]

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What I hear, what I see:

The room, blue leaning towards green.The light, edging out of gray towards white. The curtains, patterned with flowers and the shades open to the thin tree trunks outside.The blue blanket covering your legs. The green one covering your foot. Your robe, edged in white around your neck. The contrast of your dark beard.The glow of […]

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News

I received some exciting news. I read it in my email, slightly tipsy off of one glass of wine while the sun was setting behind the gas station that we were stopped in. I read it, then read it aloud to Mom, then read it aloud to Dad. Life it seems moves in strange and […]

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For Mary

When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere […]

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not a bad way to start

The sun rises. I look for little kindnesses. I search for signs on the wind. I wait and watch the clouds part. It’s chilly but bright. There is hope there. I hang on a little longer. I wait and watch some more. My fingertips slip on my sadness. I let go and fall a bit. […]

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