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, , becca May 14, 2013

Of Hairballs and Grass Clippings

Sometimes the messes give me fits, the sticky notes folded up on themselves and tossed on a counter, the dried out half-leaf that stuck to someone’s shoe and now resides in the corner of the mudroom, the cup no one will claim that may live forever on the stage in the basement. When I walk
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, becca May 7, 2013

Unexpected Sunshine

The days the digital weatherman tells me are going to be full of rain and thunder and lightning… I kind of look forward to those days. Sometimes I hunker. I stay inside, wear sweats, bake yeasty things. Or I go out, not particularly fussed about my hair, Because we all know what’s going to happen
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becca May 3, 2013

Showing Up

I know it. We all know it. You can have all the talent in the world, but if you don’t show up, don’t pick up the paintbrush or tie on the toe shoes or grab the baseball bat, your talent means nothing. And you can have all the desire in the world, but if you
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, becca April 25, 2013

I Tried on a Dress.

Not that trying on a dress is something all that unusual [1], but this thing happened to me when I did it this week.   Here’s the dress, above, photo courtesy of CAbi clothing. If you can’t see it, I’ll describe it to you in my high-fashion vocabulary [2]: it was green, and silky-ish (some
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, becca April 23, 2013

Recalculating

I just read a lovely post by my virtual friend Annie (who writes lyrical and pointed prose and gives perfect recommendations on how to spend a couple of afternoons in New York City) about a podcast she recently listened to. Much loveliness there, but the thing that spoke to me most was this, in my
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, becca April 21, 2013

Prospering

April wanes and life carries on. We watch The Incredibles on Sunday evening, eating Italian Popcorn and writing thank-you notes (which none of us are actually good at, but we try now and then). Kid 2 stretches her knee out of its brace, using my long-neglected exercise bands. We feel grateful for the things —
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becca April 19, 2013

Feeling All the Feeling

Boston. Texas. More Boston. And the things right here, inside my tiny world. When your heart is so full that it nearly bursts, How do you breathe? Where do you put it all?
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becca April 10, 2013

April is Poetry Month

Laughter [Such a strange looking word, And why doesn’t it rhyme with Daughter, When they look like identical twins?] Drumbeats of surprise, Almost reflexive Staccato explosions Like hiccups in Reverse Tired chuckles From bodies too exhausted To support full lung movement — even in amusement Snickers, Hidden, secret whispers behind hands Or under desks or
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