Tag: love
member name: M M.
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July 20, 2007 05:14 AM EDT --
Okay, here's the question: you have been married to someone for many years - almost thirty, in fact. He has never once sent you flowers. Your mother, your sister, your brothers, your cousins, friends . . .
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June 20, 2007 11:23 AM EDT --
Nothing special, except to him.
How curious, they were more than toys.
We buried them at the sidewalk's rim.
Nothing special, except to him.
He lost them - eyes began to dim,
Slobbery, stepped . . .
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April 16, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
An incident: a woman I had regarded as my best friend for ten years invited me for coffee. "So lovely to hear your voice," she'd said in her voicemail mesage, a response to my having called . . .
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April 27, 2007 08:41 AM EDT --
Today, I feel that my entire life is borrowed - from what or whom, I don't know. It's not the right color (sort of tan and gray) and it doesn't fit - tight in some places, baggy in others. . . .
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July 12, 2007 04:17 PM EDT --
Sometimes I have
and sometimes not.
It is the not that forms the knot.
We all know this. We are
born to this knowledge
as we tighten our fingers
to our mother's, as we turn
our heads . . .
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July 19, 2007 04:57 AM EDT --
I'm not asking specifically about the early ones, the ones that tend to be romantic, filled with flowers and dinners out and cards and carefully chosen gifts and the intimacies that follow. I'm . . .
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April 17, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
We edit the pain. This is how we survive.
But it remains like shrapnel under skin
and rises, and sometimes breaks the surface.
But it does not break us.
Sometimes it disfigures, or makes us perfect . . .
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May 09, 2007 04:57 PM EDT --
I cry. I sob, endlessly and uncontrollably.
Sadness visited me today at work. An inconvenient, unwelcome guest. I went to the ladies' room and sat in a stall and sobbed. "Are you okay?" . . .
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May 15, 2007 04:37 AM EDT --
Hanging laundry on the line.
A warm, breezy day.
Pants and shorts are joined at the hip.
I use my mother's clothespins.
She died six years ago, a week after Mother's Day.
What do you do with . . .
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May 21, 2007 06:03 PM EDT --
And as my boss said before I resigned, "Everybody's mother dies. Get over it."
So, it's that day. And I still have the magazines I was reading in those final days at the hospice, . . .
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April 15, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
to do on a glorious Sunday afternoon in April. I went to bed. I slept for hours under a down quilt while children played in tank tops, neighbors walked their dogs, and the garden tugged at me like the . . .
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April 27, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
Woke up sad, barely
able to move, smell
of burnt toast and
the ashes of a bad day
already begun - my son
awake, three-thirty in
the morning. Panic
and pacing all night
and I was afraid the house . . .
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April 25, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
It is the butterfly bushes I mourn
most deeply
and the monarchs that will not come
because of that: the deaths lead
to absence, the guests invited
but the dinner unprepared.
It is the white . . .
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June 18, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
Ten Free Minutes: Word Game
My philosophy is as follows:
Beg for ten free minutes, and then seize them.
No, do not beg for what is rightfully yours.
Just reach out your hand, . . .
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June 18, 2007 02:20 PM EDT --
He was a mystery to me, in a great many ways: a silent, stoic man who grew up on a ranch in South Dakota, speaking only Norwegian for the first years of his life. I have a picture of him standing on a . . .
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April 23, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Over the past several Sunday evenings, I have been watching Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel. A simply amazing series, much of it revolving around the ebb and flow of nature: spring and fall; night . . .
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May 07, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
When a child is born, you want only the best for that new life. You look into the fathomless blue eyes and think of days to come. A boy. Bicycles and Little League. Scouts - maybe even Eagle Scout. Girlfriends . . .
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