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Amanda
Gavyn started school last week. An exhausting, emotional ride for us all. He's happy. He loves his teacher and has some preschool friends in his class to ease the transition. Blake and I are trying... More »
Amanda
My son turned 5 a few weeks ago. It has been a exciting year of milestones rarely commented on by parenting books, blogs, or otherwise. He is growing into himself and showing the glimmers of... More »
Amanda
1. The bigger the vehicle, the more un-aware the driver. 2. There are far more cyclists in my small town than I ever imagined. On back roads and in neighborhoods kids are riding to school.... More »
Amanda
As a mother of pre-schoolers I am constantly finding myself looking for new ways to say "no." Distraction works well, although at 4 1/2, my son is pretty wise to that trick. As this long,... More »
Amanda
Where is the place in this world for the dirty kids? The got-dressed-by-myself kids? The snowboots-in-July kids? The place where rooster-tail hair and sticky piggy-tails cause no comment? Where hand-print smeared jeans and frayed shirt sleeves are as... More »
Amanda
I want to know the thousand words for snow the white orange glow of midnight storms dancing through the trees lilting faeries here yet raging demons there or something akin to shattered glass in a... More »
Amanda
not yet written thriving and pursuing knowing the goal yet fearing the way one word graced about your body the way you hold your hips, feet grounded arms crossed the way you say "hold" and... More »
Amanda
I see you, so big, yet the youngest in your class. So proud, so calm. You stride down the stage in your cut-up pillow case and dinosaur shirt and moon boots. You lived there, in... More »
Amanda
forward swishing falls swooping clack clatter of ice on etched windowpanes a howling chill comes through to bone and closes the eyes within ringing always ringing never quiet huddle 'round me don't be afraid whisper... More »
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