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borderland: Sharks and Sundry
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Thursday, March 26, 2015. We announced that we would go to the beach for spring break. There were squeals and shrieks and general loud cheers of excitement. And then there was Phoenix, bringing down the hammer. Making me regret those years of Wild Kratts. Cartoons even though I really love the Kratt Bros. I mean, at least he has some facts to go with his fears. In my day, I just had fear and the Jaws. Soundtrack in my head. And how many have sharp teeth? But I am not a negot...
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borderland: Chrysalis
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Sunday, October 14, 2012. My last ( poem. Post sparked some discussion with a couple of friends, and took the musing deeper. It seems that no matter what age we become, we never quite expect what it will mean to be that age. And sure there are friends and cliches to point the way, but. But. How is it that we can reach a point in life and still feel blindsided by what it means? Still assess it as a personal soul-search rather than a communal landmark? I used the math analogy ...
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borderland: Sitting on thumbs
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Tuesday, April 10, 2012. Oh, and why the thumb-sitting? Well, funny thing, that. We would say "Cross your fingers! But that doesn't always translate, and ever since my Swedish friend told me that their saying equates to "Sitting on my thumbs! Friday the 13th. Who has a drawing on that day? On another note, guess what activity is in our Parks and Rec Summer Guide? I'll give you a hint. It's not dance, or swim or gymnastics. It's. Tree Climbing! Though I must say, the Parks De...
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borderland: Stealthy at night
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Thursday, May 28, 2015. Tonight I will steal away. My breath will hitch silently. And my feet will curl down lithely as I hurry in the dark. I need to wander and listen. I need to hear the rain and wander. Tonight I will drink sweet coffee. And steal, steal away while the fire is in me. I want you to miss me. Like the rain misses the waiting earth. I want you to ignore my absence. As though I still stand. A statue forever bent and tending. Someone small and needy. If you are...
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borderland: Just up the road: a redneck treehouse
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Wednesday, May 27, 2009. Just up the road: a redneck treehouse. This might be a multi-part series for the summer, if I can remember to keep my camera in the car. I am convinced that some of the weirdest, craziest and funniest things to be seen are just up the road. Sometimes just up my road, sometimes in my backyard. Other times, someone else's yard, some other road. Join me in this search! This treehouse is. The glimpse of pink is the door. Let's take a moment to imagine ho...
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borderland: The Sunday Creative - Obsolete
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Sunday, October 31, 2010. The Sunday Creative - Obsolete. My eye spins inward. Considering over the paradigm shift. We are moving forward. A family never still. Smack in the middle of living. These days we cleave to learning and growing. No more pining or breeding -. That focus pressed away. A burning soft memory, those days. Hidden away, sweet and dear. That first full flush of motherhood. Replaced by the absolute energy. Of This. This. This. Crashing tide of life abundant.
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borderland: May 2015
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Thursday, May 28, 2015. Tonight I will steal away. My breath will hitch silently. And my feet will curl down lithely as I hurry in the dark. I need to wander and listen. I need to hear the rain and wander. Tonight I will drink sweet coffee. And steal, steal away while the fire is in me. I want you to miss me. Like the rain misses the waiting earth. I want you to ignore my absence. As though I still stand. A statue forever bent and tending. Someone small and needy. On Sunday ...
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borderland: Comfort - The Sunday Creative
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Sunday, September 12, 2010. Comfort - The Sunday Creative. And take comfort in your connection. Comfort in this moment. Comfort in the heart of the hereafter. That may well be closer than we see. And find solace in wisps of insight. Solace in the click of a well-placed friendship. Solace in the simple. Pleasure of breathing, being. And be consoled in the knowledge. Of purpose in this walk. Consoled in the journey of the weary traveler. That is never alone. Have a happy day!
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borderland: The Tree and the Thoughts It Brings
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Stories. poetry. humor. life. Sunday, March 1, 2015. The Tree and the Thoughts It Brings. It's got a little magic to it. Feels like anything that has been around that long must have a secret. I trimmed branches and brambles in a path through the woods, intending to wind up at the tree. I know that if I sit under it, I will think strong thoughts and imagine fantastical things. Put it right here, babe! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Georgia, United States. View my complete profile. On Sunday I had the...
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