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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 no longer believe in coincidences. I know this may not seem like a big step for some, but for me it is a huge leap of faith toward understanding. Aware-ness. Open-ness. One-ness. A deep breath... 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
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
I love you that will never change I know you will fly off one day to create and bloom and bond anew so I should hold you all the tighter still now while you need... More »
Amanda
I spilled my tea (thank god it was cold) into your hair you made that how dare you face then laughed because it dripped down your nose now hours or lifetimes later I'm trying to... More »
Amanda
It's easy to forget, as an adult, how magical and alluring the Christmas season can be to little kids. Last year one of the agents in my office gave my family a Christmas fountain. It... 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 »
Amanda
Purple mountains' majesty beneath a sun dipped crystal river blue. My heart. My home. Everything centered. Everything beating to the swell of shivering gold flecked leaves and dusted green pines. Sit now. Breathe. The dogs... More »
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