Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me mom
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Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of. ~Benjamin Franklin I don't think I'm guilty of time-squandering. Even with my tennis shoes on, Time is outrunning me these days. Another weekend has snuck up on me and I haven't really mentioned the last one. Maybe I just…
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A rainbow arched across the sky right in front of me last night as I headed down the highway toward Austin. I mean, right in front of me, crossing from one side of the road to the other, with the most crisp, sharp color spectrum I've ever seen in a real rainbow. It was like…
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Silence. The first few days of summer, we had conversations, but since then… now… my words drift unheard, unanswered, into the air. She sits near me… or at least she appears to be sitting there, book in hand, nose in book, but in truth, she's gone, following Ender through his futuristic world… revisiting Harry Potter……
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This day has just been a repeat of the whole week, trying to cram as much in as possible. And without revealing too much (I'm saving it for another post), I'll just quote Bert in "Mary Poppins": "Wind's in the east, mist comin' in. Like something is brewin' about to begin… " That's how my…
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I could write two versions of my day yesterday. Here's the first: I had to skip my workout yesterday to rush into town early, battling the last snarls of rush hour traffic to snatch Daniel from his apartment in time for his and the Girl's eye doctor appointments back on this side of town. It…
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Summers are riding bikes to Berkshire pharmacy for ice cream cones, picking dewberries in the horse pasture, the first stars silently watching a twilight game of hide-n-seek. Summers are hours spent at Astroworld, standing in lines, screaming on rides, flirting… days spent at Camp Warnecke, tubing the Comal, playing pinball. Flirting. Summers are flying down…
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Back in 10th grade, full of Texas pride, I got into a heated argument with my boyfriend, a fresh transplant from Baraboo, Wisconsin, over the merits of our respective states. I don't think he was trying to say Wisconsin was better than Texas, only trying to describe its beauty and merits to me, but it…
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As a baby, my daughter was all eyes … huge sapphires that filled her face. They acted as magnets, drawing perfect strangers to her… especially men, it seemed. It made me uncomfortable, as you can imagine. She must have sensed my unease, because she's been on guard around strangers ever since. Especially men. And as…
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