Tag: life
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Solo Bike Ride
Riding uphill Out of breath Sing a little song The wheels sing with me Looking down Rugged coast, rocky ocean White church, sharp steeple Quaint Unknown lives A little lost Downhill Estuary’s quiet waters Slippery gravel Bunny! Peace Quiet redwood forest Daisy path Snowy flowers peppered with Yellow buttercups Quickening…
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Nobody Has It All
I hear a lot about these alleged “mommy wars” in the media. Working mothers and stay-at-home mothers* are pitted against one another, and are made to seem like enemies decrying one another’s life choices.** We all know this is crap, right? I mean, sure, we all encounter individual people full of opinions about what we…
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The Fairy Princess Surprise
Dear Noah, I am going to tell you about a certain incident that happened in your babyhood. I want to tell you now, so that we can get proper mileage out of it in years to come. I don’t want your high school graduation or your wedding to be the first time you hear about…
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Working at Break-Tech Speed
We all know that technology can make life easier, but it can also make life horribly frustrating. Trying to navigate new updates, saving data, working around malfunctions for programs you depend on…it can all add up to a real digital headache. But for people who spend time around children, technology can also be a physical or financial…
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Joy is Now
Tomorrow is Asher’s birthday. He’ll be four. I had a moment the other day when I remembered his first birthday. On July 13, 2010, I woke up at the exact time he had been born, one year prior. I woke up so angry and sad. And I wrote about it. I used to blog on…
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Mended with Gold
Maybe you have seen the memes of ceramics repaired with gold. They often have this picture and go on to define kintsugi or kintsukuroi as the art of repairing ceramics or pottery with precious metals, with the inherent understanding that the pieces are more beautiful because of the damage. I’ll be honest. The first time…
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The Things I Remember
My grandmother is my one remaining grandparent, and she is ready. Ready to go. She has been ready to go. She is not ill. She is 94. I don’t know when she will go, but in a weird way, to be on her side, I have to hope that maybe it’s soon. My sister thought…