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Amanda
I have been away too long. The world moves forward. I move with it. Many things get left behind. This past month we have seen my beautiful little girl turn from happy to pained. My... More »
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
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
when I held you in that happiest space inside the bend of my arm the rain slowed to beat with my heart and I marvelled at your perfectness a silver moon slipped through the clouds and danced across... More »
Amanda
Young mother and child, Mary Cassatt It is selfish. Considering what so many others sacrifice. And condsidering what so many others sacrifice to obtain just a fraction of what I am given. And given... 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
she's so small i could tuck her in my pocket. instead i tuck her in a sling. she's my butterfly wrapped and mysterious in her cacoon. chrysalis. baby bunting. she mews. i sway. mommy dances... More »
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