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Flower mark

An old book of mine,

A flower I cannot name

So faded you might think

It was painted, not placed.


The Dusty Passages of Memory

Sixteen candles might make a lovely light, but you can toast marshmallows over forty-three.

Because I secretly crave validation and attention, I must share the fact that today is my 43rd birthday. 400 more words


There's a new clothing line inspired by '90s Nickelodeon shows, and whoops, there goes my money

Even though I frequently mime-barf over the waves of ’90s nostalgia that people have been perpetuating for, like, the last five years, I will admit that I have a soft spot for iconography from my childhood. 233 more words


A Solitary Child.


It seems ironic that after Sylvie’s and Larry words about how lucky I was, that I would end up staying at the children’s’  holiday home for several months. 373 more words


Parenting Haibun

We have a little ritual most evenings where at some point of cuddles on the couch while reading before bedtime, my son will call out for his dad’s ‘rescue helicopter’, giggling and asking: 540 more words


This is my story..

Welcome to my blog and thank you for joining me on this journey to share my story for my kids and future grand kids. This blog isn’t meant to sound like a pity party and I want people to feel sorry for me. 888 more words


Stranger Danger...

Today, my heart is in two. I’m looking around at the world I’m raising my children in, and it breaks my heart to see all this devastation and danger around, and it makes me fear for my children and their safety. 970 more words