Monthly Archives: February 2009

She’s putting on her string-bean-love…

It’s Ash Wednesday and I’m one of the few without a marking on my forehead; a symbol of something greater, a powerful belief. I joked with a friend, (I think we did it to ease each other’s guilt and trepidation that we hadn’t any ashes,) and we remarked on each person who walked by in…

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Turning Point…

“I think it’s allowed. The moments in wish we want to jump on top of our desks, strangle the happiness around us, and plug it into something dark, duct taped, and waterproof.” – GirlmeetsGeek I pray a lot. I pray in the elevator on the way upstairs, at as the clock hits the magical, (9:02,)…

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My heart.

I’ve been pondering blog entries for what’s seemed like months. Every time I wanted to spill happiness, something short-lived but dire happened. When the pain came? I found myself supported.   Contentment. Finally being able to weather the tides and float amongst the debris I had created around me. I wanted so desperately to change,…

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My ovaries are rebelling.

I think the best idea all together, is tearing out my ovaries. I think that’s where this is stemming from. It’s like in the last, say… few months- a large homing device implanted inside my reproductive organs is flashing, “MAKE SOMETHING. CREATE SOMETHING. I’M BORED! YOU’RE WASTING ME.” I smell a baby, and I’m more…

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Wisdom from a three-year-old…

Me: “Sweetie, you know that we probably won’t see Breon again.” Ava: “He moves away?” Me: “Yup. Guam is getting a little overcrowded, huh?” Ava: “Can I see him tomorrow?” Me: “Flights are expensive this time of the year.” Ava: “I’ll see him in my dreams. We’ll meet at Sen Puppydogs house. Are you sad?…

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You. Go. Here.

 Live a life of courage: persevere when you feel like giving up, stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, and invest in the future with optimism. -Sheree Parris Nudd I think I’ve finally figured out my religion.As I read more and more articles and hear more people speak, my contempt for the organized…

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