storms pass

After what seemed like an eternity of gloom, the sun returned today and I was glad. I needed those gray days more than I can tell you in this space, but was also feeling ready for a bit of sunlight to break through. Let the rain fall when it comes. Live there, dwell in wicked…

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the rules of magic

Finished reading The Rules of Magic! No spoilers! I love the way Alice Hoffman writes. She weaves a story with many layers and writes with such empathy and a deep understanding of love, grief, redemption. I love that she always describes the texture of a scene, I almost require that in every book I read…

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battered not broken

It’s not unusual for me to take a break from this space in August but this break has been longer and more difficult than usual. Most of the difficulties have to do with Hurricane Irma, because of which we evacuated. It’s heartbreaking to see all the damage the storm has done to Florida and the…

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let the rain fall

It’s been a very stormy day, I woke up to thunder and heavy rain and was glad. I like it when the weather matches my mood. Sometimes it seems like we’re rushed through our sadness or, worse, encouraged to ignore it altogether. Isn’t it better, though, to recognize our sadness for what it is? Sadness…

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if I fall

This week finding the right words has been difficult for me. My Dad passed away and I am feeling all “these things”; frustrated that I cannot put words on all of it. I’m not dreaming anymore. Not even the nightmares. Not for days. It’s unsettling. Grief, itself, has a unique strangeness. It grabs you and…

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mr. kitty

A couple days ago I got a sympathy card in the mail from the vet. It was full of signatures, each once expressing sadness or comfort. After reading through half the messages I lost my sh*t completely. Two weeks ago I took my cat, Mr. Kitty, to be euthanized. It was a very difficult decision.…

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love is life

We’re on the verge of starting a new month (March already?!). I’m only a little bit frazzled. It’s amazing the amount of pressure I put on myself to get things done. Meanwhile I miss people’s birthdays and don’t call my Mom nearly enough. I often wonder how people with children (i.e. more responsibilities than me)…

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when the saints

One of my favorite poets and authors, Maya Angelou, has passed away. She was 86. Maya Angelou spoke at my college graduation in 1998. I was much too young (read: starving and ready to get a real job) to appreciate her speech, her presence. It’s always bothered me that I “wasn’t listening closely enough” then.…

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