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About The Writer
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
Best Of Flux Capacitor
- My Year In Mississippi
- There Is No Arguing With You ( poem of my miscarriage)
- Blue Collar Christmas Love Letter
- On Kindess In A Society of Snarks
- I Do ( the story of our marriage )
- Co-Sleeping, A Sex Life and All That Jazz
- Mental Illness
- The Hotel New California
- This American Life: My Family's Financial Crisis
- Expecting Ever
- Little Chances- Endometriosis and Fertility
- You Will Accept The Beautiful Gifts
- Rabbit At Rest- John Updike Has Died
- Mr Curry and Lola Moon
you can stand under my umbrella
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Heartbreaking Works of Staggering Genius
- a moon, worn as if it had been a shell
- Allison the Meep
- amalah
- An Inch Of Gray
- Annie K Writes
- BHJ
- Bless Our Hearts
- bluebird baby
- Breed Em And Weep
- c jane
- Chicks Dig Poetry
- Child Wild
- Claire Bidwell Smith
- Collin Kelley
- Dani Shapiro
- Dear Baby
- Fever
- Fussy
- Girls Gone Child
- Hearblack
- Is There Any Mommy Out There
- Ivy League Insecurities
- Joshilyn Jackson
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci
- Laura Munson
- Love As A Found Object
- Mamapundit
- milk and honey
- My Life As I See It
- on my way
- Phoenix
- Rage Against The Minivan
- Sweet Juniper
- The Girl Who
- The Happiest Mom
- the rockstar diaries
- Velveteen Mind
Run, Rabbit
the light is on for you
Encylopedia of Nerdy Pursuits
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My Published Writings
They Toss It and Leave It But I Pull Up Quick To Retrieve It
These Words are Sweet Vodka to my Brain
- vodka gimlet
- tulip
- toulouse
- toss
- toothsome
- tenderhooks
- swan
- starlings
- spritz
- slut
- scotch
- saffron
- radish
- primrose
- poppy and her cousins, poppet & and poppy-cock
- plum
- owlet
- mint julep
- magnolia
- lux
- lola
- linden
- lament
- juniper
- jazz
- imogene
- gossamer
- foxglove, fret
- forensic
- flux
- feverfew
- eyelet
- elixer
- crocus
- clover
- champagne
- bramble
- bluet
- bandersnatch
- apple
- agitate
nobody's perfect
Literati
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
That photo is just pure light, girl.
i knew you would appreciate this:
i was nursing dash early one morning and finn came in and crawled in bed with me. this generally causes dash to unlatch and swing his head around every time she moves or speaks. since i was trying to unclog a milk duct, this was a tad bothersome. the clogged duct has been a recurring problem and i've taken the time to explain it to finn when i've needed some privacy so that dash won't get distracted.
this particular morning, when dash swung his head around and my boob flopped (quite painfully) out of his mouth, finn looked over his body at my nipple and said in the sweetest voice possible 'oh NO, mommy! you have a milk blister! poor mommy!'
that moment...the tiny four year old being my nurse, my comrade, my empathetic little lady flipped some sort of switch in me and i saw her understanding of life start to overlap with what i teach her and i felt so....so comforted.
and then the blister finally popped and i was able to unclog the duct.
and everything felt....righted.
(this was rambling, i know. but i figured it anyone would understand, it would be you.)
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