September 2010
2 posts
Anonymous asked: do you prefer walking or bike riding in the city?
Anonymous asked: I am a woman, young in every sense
I am a mother who has abandoned her child[.]
I take solace in language -- I take refuge, I burrow
I borrow shades of joy from our words -- we may share
I breathe -- in, then out -- the satisfaction of such a wealth of playthings [toys in the attic.]
so mote it be.
I am a mother who has abandoned her child[.]
I take solace in language -- I take refuge, I burrow
I borrow shades of joy from our words -- we may share
I breathe -- in, then out -- the satisfaction of such a wealth of playthings [toys in the attic.]
so mote it be.
April 2010
1 post
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Now I'm starting to feel it.
First it was intense anxiety and ridiculous amounts of activity. Then it was a blur of logistics. Now it’s sadness— sweet, aching sadness. Bainbridge Island has been a very holding place. A healing place; a soft landing place. The past three years have been solid and peaceful and safe and I feel tremendous gratitude for that. And now, this moving thing. At first it was abstract—...
August 2009
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Riding Outside
In my spinning class there is a graceful, athletic woman about my age. She’s pretty tough —clearly a gal who works out a heck of a lot. This chick powers through spinning classes throwing off sweat, putting herself into it. She looks like a ballerina; thin and elegant, with dark hair knotted at the nape of her neck. She’s become my acquaintance. After class the other day, we were...
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What's the story?
A couple of years ago when I moved up here (Seattle) one of my new friends asked me “So what’s your story?” and I thought, yeesh. That is way too hard to explain. How could I possibly even begin to tell all of these new people what the story is? But now, after a little time, I realize that my story is really not that complicated or unusual. It’s certainly not static.
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