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 My first word was ‘teleology,’ and my first spontaneous poem was an epitaph that ended with the following words,

                            Doves did not know where to fly, and

Fiction

UPDATE!

Hi Everybody!

This post is LONG overdue. I apologise for being MIA but here I am now with some updates.

1. I completed the requirements for my Masters degree and I passed and received my certificate last month. 316 more words

Motherhood

I don’t think babies realize how damn fortunate they are. All they gotta do is sleep and eat, and they get to be in a carriage all day and be carried around. 19 more words

SMNJ

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The failed mimicry of my coos and gurgles drew meaningful sighs from the big faces floating over me, but I know now that all these infant sounds were just little broken mirrors where the world sees itself shattered, where you move your right arm to scratch your cheek and instead see your left arm scratch your eyelid, or where you purse your lips to make an O and instead hear the sibilant grunt of a deranged ferret.

Fiction

You do not go to Palau for the Surfing

SAN FRANCISCO: Hot summer’s night, 1976. Nights in the little village near the ocean where we vacationed were usually dead, and it was Monday, which made it especially dreadful. 464 more words

Palau

Family Friday: It's so Cool When...

My sweet Mr. Man has learned something new over the past few weeks…and it’s the coolest thing ever!

He’s learned to give baby kisses! Very wet…but super sweet! 125 more words

Family

08. (Bottles)

My daughter won’t take a bottle. She will not accept food as a substance that comes out of a cold rubber nipple and not a warm soft breast. 180 more words

Up-draft