dark wings

My Father was intelligent and funny, he played guitar for us and sang. He took my sister and I on adventures through the woods to hunt for berry bushes and pick apples. He’d build a fire in the backyard and we’d make “toast on a stick” or “potatoes on a stick”…any food you can burn…

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love and let live

Cried all weekend, let the furry children have the run of the house and even sleep in the bed with me. Paralyzed by anxiety and anguish for the loss and crushing grief that grips so many after the violence of this past week; the lives shattered. My eyes are swollen and they burn, a painful…

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of bricks and that

This month is moving incredibly slowly. I’m glad to have this time at TDJ to do all the maintenance and organization that I have little time for October thru April but tedious tasks make me very sleepy. Add to that, there is unlimited amount of sugar in the breakroom. Lots of birthdays in July, apparently.…

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