Some days I feel brave and new. I tell myself, “I can do this. I can take big strides now, and feel sure about it. I feel good. I can do it. I. Can. Do. This, Damn. It!” That special spot in my heart does not feel so sore and I almost can shake my [...]
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teetle-totter-teetle-totter
Posted in Life after, just gibberish on November 3, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Name it
Posted in just gibberish on October 7, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Oh, you sweet souls who left such lovely comments on my previous post… bless your hearts! Thank you for your thoughtful replies, which put me to shame, as I have been phenomenally crappy with comments of late.
On the other hand… I know there will be people (including people related to me) who gasp (secretly) in [...]
fire aftermath
Posted in just gibberish on September 15, 2009 | 9 Comments »
Photos of the aftermath of the fire that nearly came through our community.
We drove up last week and took a small hike up a small hill to see where the fire stopped. It was rather close. If the wind direction had not changed, you will read of my cursings as we file papers with our [...]
midnight braindump
Posted in Life after, just gibberish on September 14, 2009 | 14 Comments »
I am surprised at things that I get surprised at.
Like how some mornings the first thought that enters my head, as I open my eyes and see Lyra laying next to me is: “I can’t believe he died. I can’t believe after two years I still have problems believing this.”
Like how astonished I felt when [...]
safe
Posted in just gibberish on August 31, 2009 | 7 Comments »
“There are four cars behind us,” R breathed as he glanced into the rearview mirror. We were bumping along the gravel-covered Control Road, eating the dust of the cars rambling ahead of us, leaving behind dust for cars behind us to swallow.
“Will our cabin be safe, papa?” Sophia asked from the back.
R and I looked [...]
grief.life
Posted in Life after, just gibberish, just thinkin' on August 20, 2009 | 9 Comments »
I swear. I swear I have made many attempts to come here and elaborate on the points that I had scribbled on this post-it note that has been moved so often that sticky part is no longer sticky. Soon, little Lyra, who is threatening to be fully mobile any second now, and who lives true [...]
