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You do not go to Palau for the surfing

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


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


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


139.365 (8/79)

But our unfurnished eyes and our unhoused mouths and our unschooled tongues and our unfinished noses and our unplayed ears and our unmade heads — these are the only holy hosts that any infant knows.


138.365 (7/79)

It’s raining, it’s crying, it’s pouring, it’s laughing, it’s snowing, it’s asking, it’s cats and dogs, hammers, nails, it’s wondering, it’s hailing, it’s breathing, it’s thundering, it’s dreaming, it’s talking.


Cambodia's Children

Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight…

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137.365 (6/79)

What will I make of a world of which I am made, I ask myself now as I stack these words that make me unmake myself, then slip a brick from the stack to see what stays, what falls, what words might fake the strength of my father’s arms.