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call me, call me

A couple of the managers set up a going-away party for me at work, and for a celebration of JE’s recent marriage. Maybe 20 people showed up at the Pig and Whistle after work and I sat on my stool like the belle of the ball and we drank beer and told stories about IT people who were no longer there. 1,614 more words

Stepping Across The Threshold

Stepping across the threshold

back into this life at home.

Stopped at the top landing early this morning,

eyes drinking in the sights of San Francisco… 214 more words

Poetry

Morning pages

Today feels delicate. Like if I drink too much caffeine I might destroy the world like it’s tissue paper. I might vibrate at a frequency that would, first, shake everything off the walls mess up the coffee table, and then, second, split atoms. 219 more words

Morning Pages

Something's Not Quite Right

I woke with a heavy tight feeling in my chest. This feels familar, I say to myself. I glance at the window to ascertain the time of morning and how much time I have left on my iphone alarm. 488 more words

Motherhood