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Nursing Toes

  When I nurse, her feet swirl and wiggle, back and forth, up and down, like a conductor’s arms setting the tempo for her suck. Her toes spread and grip, slide and hold, like a pianist’s fingers grabbing for keys to find the right note as she swallows, sucks, inhales, and swallows again. We are our own symphony. The call...

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The Climb

  Observations on Life from Climbing Sand Dunes: Some people get to the top first; others arrive last.  Some people never make it to the top at all, but play in the sand all along the way, twirling, crawling, rolling, and getting sand in and on every part...

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Are You Going To Drink From The Water Of Life?

    This is my cousin, Terry.  He is 80 years old, lives in Ireland, and rides horses on beaches.  His energy is palpable; can’t you see it in this picture?  His love for life is contagious.  And, his love for those he loves is deep and...

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Before I Was Me, I Was You

  Life is confusing.  I love my kids, I wanted my kids and I believe my kids have made my life, but I don’t believe you have to have kids to have a great life.  I just don’t think that this motherhood gig is for everyone,...

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How To Be The Village

I absolutely begged the universe for this beautiful, smiling-in-his-sleep baby boy, and I absolutely was out-of-my-mind exhausted after his arrival. How To Be The Village 1.    Show up. 2.    Bring food. 3.    Then leave. ~Annie Flavin *** I am 26 years old and newly engaged to my (now) husband.  He and I...

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I Practice Nonviolence Everywhere But Here

I want to say that I’m very good at practicing forgiveness, but that is not always true.  I am a grudge-holder, at times.  I can take things too personally, at times.  And, if you’ve ever really hurt me, you’ll know I’m a girl who brings...

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Could You Spare A Moment?

I think we squash children’s genuine curiosity about differences by telling them we are all the same.  I don’t think it’s just my children who regularly see the differences – in their shoes from another’s, in their skin from another’s, in their eye color from...

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Buddhist Mother

When the decibel level in my home is high and crazy is all about me, I sing phrases like, “Jesus Take the Wheel” as a way to remember to breathe through the insanity around me.  I don’t know any other words to that song, so...

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The Way Home

{My husband believes that our house slants towards whichever room I am in at the moment and that our kids are like marbles on a floor that gravitationally roll into wherever I am.  It’s summer now, and I’ve been feeling those marbles under my feet...

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