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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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One Fell Out of the Cuckoo's Nest: May 2010
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Click to See My NEW Photography Blog:. Saturday, May 29, 2010. My Sweet Birthday and a Surprise. Yesterday I turned 44. My sweetheart husband made pecan pancakes for breakfast. I was serenaded via the phone - twice! For their trouble, I put them both on speakerphone - be forewarned! My kids made me cards, but neither could fit 44 candles on either of their illustrations. I received cards, e-mails and phone messages from loved ones with birthday wishes. Later I got a spa pedicure - hot pink. You are young...
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One Fell Out of the Cuckoo's Nest: September 2010
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Click to See My NEW Photography Blog:. Sunday, September 26, 2010. Confessions of a Crappy Blogger. I have been just awful about posting in the last month. And if this blog was a plant, it would be dried up, brown and just plain pitiful looking. But I must. I have been busy with my family. The kids have after school activities three days of the week. I have been exhausted. I have been hot. Bring on the fall weather already! I feel like I've got another set of armpits directly under my breasts. I am t...
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