Can you remember how it felt the first time you held her in your arms? Even though I was weakened and exhausted from the process, I remember thinking that I’d never felt stronger. I felt empowered to completely love and protect her with everything I had. Nothing could stop me from creating the best possible environment so that she’d have the healthiest life. Continue reading →
Random Observations
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Jul 10
More On High School Reunions
“You mean, simply by following my path, I will have complete confidence in everything I say? I’ll spew wise words, funny tidbits, and wow everyone at cocktail parties? All I have to do is be true to myself, show the world who I am, and I’ll never embarrass myself again?” Continue reading →
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Jul 10
Last Night’s Dream
We were standing at the coffee bar in an independently owned bookstore. The bookstore was the center of what was a farmer’s market - lots of individual booths selling candles, handcrafts, chocolates and cookies, kites, sunglasses and other things you might think you want, but you’ve managed to live without up ‘til now. The air was filled with the happy Saturday buzz that comes from relaxed people who aren’t rushing to work or appointments. Continue reading →
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Jul 10
On High School Reunions
Last night I went to my 30th high school reunion. I had a great time, even though I thought I might have to pull my car to the side of the road and throw up on the way there. All the insecurities I dealt with 30 years ago seemed to bubble to the surface, as my car approached the tavern where the event was held. Continue reading →
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Jul 10
The Boy in the Kevlar Vest
They met on the playground. He liked her shiny brown hair and the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled. She liked how smart he was, and how he made her laugh. The more they played together, the more they learned how similar they were. They liked to sit in the sun and read good books. They liked to walk through the forest holding hands. They liked to sit under a tree and eat strawberries and crackers and peanut butter. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
His Narcissism and Her Restlessness
She pulls up every day at about 11:30 in the morning. She parks her new car next to the park across the street from our house. She gets out and immediately lights up a cigarette. Her clothes have a kind of urban style. Maybe she’s a professional of some sort — lawyer, doctor, counselor, accountant or banker. I imagine she might be between appointments or on her way to lunch. She usually dresses in dark colors and a leather car coat and delicate, black framed glasses. She’s tall and thin with dark brown hair. She never stands still. Most of the time she’s talking on her cell, walking back and forth, beside the length of her car. She’s trying to quit smoking. I think she doesn’t want to smoke inside her car. Or maybe she promised her partner that she had quit, and she thinks that he won’t smell it on her, or the car. Continue reading →
