Tag: pain

Blood Stain

  I once tried a vegan chocolate chip cookie. I’m sorry no matter how you pretty up the packaging—no. Cookies are a very specific kind of happiness that can not, should not, be changed up. Butter is important. I’m not exactly sure how I stumbled upon PETA’s website. I think it was something on Twitter,…

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Hand Wash

Cling to what is good. Someone said that, or wrote it. Maybe it was in the Bible, or from one of those philosophers with the names I can’t pronounce. I’m not sure and it doesn’t really matter. It is sound advice wherever it came from. I think the first word makes the whole sentence .…

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Hood

  Next week is Thanksgiving. I could write about the disgusting commercialism that is trying to rob me of my Thanksgiving season while thrusting me into bad pop Christmas carols, but that’s so several blog posts ago. Instead, it hailed. I walked Jack through his wash this morning. Smokey sky and cover-my-hands chilly. I almost didn’t go,…

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Off the Shoulders

For my father on Father’s Day. I forgive you.  It’s okay. I’m letting go because that is what is best for me.  The weight of it, the lack of story, tradition, history, has simply become too heavy for me to carry any longer. I’m not sure when pain started attaching itself to me. When the missed, ignored and forgotten became…

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Torn Pocket

I should write a post about Baltimore. I have an opinion.  I’m sure for many it would be the wrong side, or maybe readers would agree and deem my thoughts correct, right. I’m not sure.  I have things to say, feelings to express, but when I try to put them down, they are too big,…

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Stained

Pain. Is physical pain worse than emotional pain?  I tend to think the emotional is harder to endure.  Losing a child, or even watching a child hurting, is far worse than physically giving birth to that same child.  I’m not saying that was a treat, but there is not an epidural for emotional pain.  You can’t…

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Torn Jacket

A boy at my children’s high school was voted homecoming king this past week. The entire student body had a chance to nominate.  Finalists were chosen.  Those students where then put on a ballot and the king was selected. I remember high school.  I remember the kids that were always chosen for these types of things.  They were…

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Worn

The faces of 9/11 look older now. The actual photographs, hair styles, clothing, are aging.  America has moved on and it’s been so long since that horrific day that the people we lost are starting to look different. I remember the first time I went through the memorial of the victims, on the first anniversary, they…

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Well Dressed

Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable.  She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry.  She was a trailblazer, a strong woman.  I admire that. Death is so weird.  I remember when my grandmother…

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