life: bk garden apt

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1/23/14

Remembering Mama (and Daddy, too)

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Save fingertips clicking across a soft keyboard, and the purr of a coffee-colored feline sleeping, the night is filled with absolute silenc...
1/22/14

New Year, New Me

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Twenty-two days in to a brand new year and what do I have planned? Change, and lots of it. Change of life, change of perspective and in t...
1/20/14

Keeping it steady

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Unready. Am I having second thoughts, and if so, why am I having second thoughts. I was ready am ready. And yet suddenly unsure, maybe it’...
9/15/13

South Brooklyn, as i know it

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11pm on a Saturday. Not so long ago that meant teased hair and tight jeans, stepping into a red shiny car only to drive up and down the ave...
9/11/13

healing hearts through runes

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Every day since my father passed I have consulted The Healing Runes , to guide my intentions and work through the grief. It has become my m...
8/31/13

every day is a journey

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On good days it feels normal, as if he's somewhere else: at the doctor, visiting his sister, sleeping in. I can't feel his absence....
8/26/13

wistfully yours

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I've been through this once before. The first time I was younger, naive and immature. Even though mom was diagnosed with a terminal ill...
8/14/13

inexplicable grief

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Life is unpredictable.  One minute you're discussing the possibility and probability of rain or recollecting someone based on the colo...
7/25/13

drive me crazy

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I've made myself a drunken milkshake as an aperitif to dinner tonight, because after the last 5 days I've earned it. My dad had a ...
6/3/13

the beach is my sacred space

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I consider my beach time sacred, whether I am alone or with friends. It's a moment in time where I am in touch with nature and compl...
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