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Life is a series of periods - ellipses and endings Feel so caught in a state where I perpetually wait hoping what once was a declarative becomes inquisitive an affirmative negation blossoms to supplication where once was the end, a comma ammeds A semi colon addendum, a sentient heart uniting this sentence of grammatical farce

Memorial Day, etm.

My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.” As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell you this is a potent blend of hilarious, incredible, profound,... Continue Reading →

Progress

I am not perfect in the sense that I do everything right But, I am perfect in that I’m just right for them. Happy Mother’s Day. I journaled this to myself today after spending the whole week kicking my own ass. Thought maybe someone else could use the reminder too.

Things I want to remember

Soooo, things I want to remember, let’s see: Defy on Friday, girls date with my Livie Lou Who to Slice of Cake, Michaels, and this super cute new gift store on Saturday, Sky Tavern Sunday, Roller Skating Monday, Costco, catching up on cleaning, and boys shooting BBs today. It’s been a good time. Liv and... Continue Reading →

Home

Home is a word with a heavy connotation. If it were just a place, it'd be easier to describe. Ever since moving out here, home hasn't felt quite right. It's just heavy. We said so many goodbyes, and with a pandemic combined with social anxiety and plain old anxiety creating a near agoraphobic state (deep... Continue Reading →

This lil light o’ mine

I let a little darkness drip from my fingers And suddenly — I felt less gray I let a little darkness drip from my fingers Because my clouds did part just right today I let a little darkness drip from my fingers in hopes the depression just stays at bay Cause I had a little... Continue Reading →

Requiem

The fire you lit in me Grows colder in your absence I swear I’m better off now, but there’s that part in me that feels suffocated in silence. Your silence. Your is an empty pronoun that could easily be their, because half the time I don’t know who you are except that you’re gone and... Continue Reading →

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