Tomorrow…

We go and pick out your bridal gown. We stand witness to a new form of white. As soft as spring, as strong as spider’s web, perhaps with buttons? Maybe with lace or chiffon? Who knows what the details will be. Who knows if I will cry when I see you, in a veil trying […]

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Blessing of the season

I am laying in my bed. A blessing. I am suppose to be at work, but I got my shift covered. A blessing. My room is clean. A blessing. My presents are wrapped. A blessing. A candle is lit. A blessing. I’ve had four chocolate chip cookies today. (Freshly baked, thanks Mom) A blessing. Mom. […]

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What light through yonder window breaks?

She stands on the balcony silhouetted in the light. But first she had to crack the stone to get through. First she had to lose it all. That looks different each time around. And we may not realize it all the time but we lose often. Sometimes the loses are small: a bobby pin, a […]

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Checkpoint

It has been exaclty 3 months since I turned 30. Since then I have: visited an old city in a new way picked sunflowers and wildflowers on a Sunday in August made a peach pie with the radio on awoken early to walk the beach at sunrise in July read a few new books laughed […]

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a love poem

On loving you, I know no other way yet This is boring, I think, loving a person who isn’t here. It would be more fun to be together, to be planning. Instead it is just me. So I love me instead of loving you. To give myself something to do in the meantime. Loving me […]

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Re-finding Twelve

I recently read Susan Branch’s novel “Martha’s Vineyard, Isle of Dreams” and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and […]

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Falling in Maine

To combat the loneliness, I walk slowly. When I get to my apartment I know what I will find when I enter; dishes that need washing, my yoga mat half rolled up and the quiet punctured only by the hum of the fridge. I’ve taken to peeking into the windows of the neighboring houses from […]

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