We’ve had hundreds, Even thousands, Of years and We still haven’t figured it out? Our stories on love. Our lessons. Our deep regrets. Are they Lies? Choices are made each moment. Could it be We really just don’t care? We don’t know how To take care of each other? Or Do we choose not to? […]
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How can something so beautiful become so distorted and ugly?
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I’m very excited to share my article published this morning with A Fine Parent, parenting blog, focusing on becoming better versions of ourselves as parents. I’ve loved working with them and being a part of their mission.
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Cracked pane, lightning splintering jagged edge to edge Not quite shards, Plates hold Balanced New space created One to many Delicate footing Held fast With hope and Sheer will Not quite shards, Rumbling trucks pass by Rattle the smallest piece Loose A glinting shower Of dreams All shards now And an empty Pane
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Grateful for friends and nonjudgmental ER staff. Feeling pretty close to my limit, but we’ll see what tomorrow holds. I can take it.
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It seems our agreement shifted. And if I wanted to I would. If I believed anything other than the past would repeat itself, I’d behave differently. If I had it in me, I’d be right back on board. But, I don’t have it in me. I don’t believe anything other than the past will repeat […]
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Still up I struggle, Wish For silence To be The loudest Presence Not a shade Or memory But Solid and Fortified And most certainly Real
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Weakness exists in the mind of the slighted. You’re weak In the mind of the one who cannot own. I was weak Weakness, the idea of it, is an excuse. Protection against truth, honesty, ownership. Weakness exists in heart of the broken. I am weak In the heart of the lost. They were weak Weakness, […]
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Each piece you hand out may never return. Giving it all away so freely, you must know dangers await. Without a string attached, it won’t know to return. How will you have more than what you’ve got, if you’re slapping it in the hand of every stranger that walks by? Surely, you could take more […]
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