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I knew this guy in college. He wasn’t attractive by traditional standards. He was short, a little out of shape, kind of funny looking, actually. But he always had a woman on his arm (or in his bed). These women were all spectacular in one way or another. Smart, creative beautiful women. And they flocked [...]
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so many things on my mind. composing essays in the shower (the only quiet place these days) but no follow-through.
i’ve been here before. time comes around in stages.
without the writing or sewing or time to otherwise be creative i feel at a loss. something is missing.
it’s the paradox of motherhood really. finding a way to [...]
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Now, I know it’s not the camera that makes the photographs. Any more than the box of sharp colored pencils makes the illustrator. Or owning Photoshop makes you a web-designer.
But it helps.
For example. I’ve never showed you this
because I didn’t have a fast enough lens (or a tripod) to get a shot of my window-less [...]
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I don’t have much to say today.
Yesterday my family got news of a possible health scare with my father.
The end of the story is that he’s fine but before the day was over my emotions had turned me into a marshmallow.
Today was quieter.
Our lovely babysitter came to watch Quinn and instead of working I went [...]
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Yesterday I spent some time alone with my eldest in the morning
It’s becoming a Saturday tradition.
After (what seemed like) a very long stretch of time home with both boys, it was much needed.
While there are many things I love about the large age gap between them, it also proves logistically difficult at certain moments.
I found [...]
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This was the present I was most excited to give this year.
I was torn between wanting him to open it on the first night or waiting for the last night. Or maybe his birthday (which falls the night after Hanukkah ends).
But Quinn decided on last night for me. He grabbed the package from the closet [...]
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These quilts were made for my mother when she was a child.
Tilly was a young woman who looked after my mother and cleaned my grandmother’s house (kind of hard to imagine, yes?) and her mother hand pieced and quilted these.
I believe they were made in Pennsylvania in the 1950’s.
I had them on my bed as [...]
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Clearly I wrote my last post while mired in stage 2—anger (about the end of summer).
Shortly after posting it I made an offering (stage 3—bargaining) and was given a three day reprieve.
Thankfully stage 4—depression was short-lived and I moved swiftly into the last stage of grief.
Acceptance.
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