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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
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
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
Last Sunday I spent a good portion of my work day reading friends' blogs and trying not to think about what I had to do on Monday. I needed to take my daughter, whose 18... 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
Just been thinking about John and his growing family and how that chapter of my life is closed. Yes, I will be a mom for all eternity but the anticipation of pregnancy and birth has... More »
Amanda
the boiling story of spilled soup and infant suffering howling with rage so flailing beneath me I'm trying I'm trying I know you can hear me but tired and tiny too tongue tied to whisper... 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 »
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