tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224699702012-01-09T21:40:14.808-05:00The journeys of my head and heart.Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.comBlogger2341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-59306925271953515622012-01-09T21:35:00.001-05:002012-01-09T21:40:14.817-05:00

The silence is what I can't ever take because I do not know what to do with it, or because of it. I don't know if you are very busy or done with me or dead in a ditch, and I wonder if this is why my mother calls me fifteen times a day when I don't answer the first time. There is too much room in silence. I wonder what it is you cannot tell me and I want to sit on you until you cry mercy- that

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It repeatedly astounds me how thoroughly one's life can change in a relatively short amount of time. I have dog-eared, wrinkly-covered, user-softened copies of most of Robert Fulghum's publications lying around. His writing has always touched my sentimental, introspective, people-watching core. In one of his book's he speaks of the heart-stopping changes that can occur in a moment, preempted by

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This evening I hauled the 1/3 full forty pound bag of blended bird seeds out back all the way practically to the golf course to fill the furthest feeder for the birdies that congregate in the patch between the woods and the shed under which the groundhog lives; the same groundhog I oohed and awwed over Saturday afternoon when I looked out my bedroom window and saw him back there standing up in

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In the second summer I lived in a house by the sea in Long Branch, in the first and last summer Jason lived with me, in the season Maine first captivated me, I often listened to Sting's "I Was Brought to my Senses" while gardening covered blissfully to the top of scalp in dirt wet, caked, and dry. I daydreamed through my plants to the garden it would become. I pet them and coddled them as they

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-67754467648270155212008-04-07T22:13:00.004-04:002008-04-07T22:22:16.509-04:00

Yep, it is time to go back to salads for breakfast and lunch (I am madly in love with salad and can even eat it without dressing) and drop the caffeine I recently re-added to my diet.I feel kind of swollen all over lately and it's icky, although the perking up of my boobs again is a plus. Bagels are cheaper than plastic surgery ;-) Without a calender I would know my school is still out on

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My boyfriend and I have been spending the night together since our second date. First of all we love to snuggle and cuddle, and secondly we lived an hour away from each other for the first year. It was also easier. I like going to bed by his good night kiss and waking up to the sound of his breathing. Curling up with him first thing is the best way ever to start a day. On the weekends, we'll

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Life just keeps gettin' weirder. Er, cooler? Ah, more surprising?In our Wednesday night class we have lots of extra time 'cause in our first session our super instructor kinda' sorta' packed two quarters worth of Ethics into one. So now on Wednesdays we talk about Business with the big B just like we are scheduled to, and cover any relevant stuff on Professionalism and Ethics-and then we shut

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I went to my old place yesterday, to the place I needed most to be- needed from a place deeper and less conscious than my head, needed in a way that my heart led my body there. I climbed out in the wind with a head full of thoughts growing ever clearer to the Manasquan fishing pier, a place that makes it easy to imagine myself freely aloft on the sea. I climbed out to the end and stood face to

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I should have known it would happen.I should not have doubted for a moment that I would come around to wanting to live with you. We had come so far avoiding these urges. I thought maybe this time I could best it. But here it is. We are passing through the intersection now and the week between the weekends, the days I have to myself in my own place, are becoming less and less a bout of Karen

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-68847877968147887882008-02-27T13:04:00.002-05:002008-02-27T13:08:21.772-05:00

I've been told so many times through my life by loved ones: Be patient. You need time to heal.And I never listen. I am patient to the furthest extents of Karen patience and then I leap once I feel healed.To me, healed meant feeling capable of going on with daily life no longer feeling daily pain.But it is more than that and after decades and multiple run of the mill surprise life changes I am

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Caught in the middle again, who I was coming back and who I will be around the corner not decided yet. I lost my job last Tuesday, or not so much lost it as had it removed. "Here, let me take that from you."Indian givers.(European American givers, really. "Here, you can keep your land. HA! Fooled ya'!)Maybe I was given a gift just in time for my study load to double.Maybe I'll be denied

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-59065339813010780072008-02-23T06:15:00.001-05:002008-02-23T06:15:56.981-05:00

Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady ChristmasFor you, it's all about sharing times with family.Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times.What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

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Yesterday morning I sat halfway up in bed just after 7:30, peeked through my bedroom window's white and sky blue sheers, sat up higher in astonishment, and pulled the curtains apart to be sure. Snow! - on the ground and still falling. We actually finally yippee skippy got snow!! Was I the only one whistling while sweeping eight beautiful inches of it off the car at 8:30 AM? Was I the only one

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The effect on me of my boyfriend asking my preference in engagement rings last week manifested itself in my desire to make him breakfast last Saturday morning. Suddenly I wished for bread worthy of French Toast (no Freedom Toast shall be made in this home!) and eggs... and a stove. (I do have a two burner counter top unit, and most of my pans rescued from storage, including the

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When I was 15 or 16, my mother told me that my great-grandmother never felt older than 16 in her heart; that she believed each of us has stays one age inside for all of our lives. I can't say I have stayed one age, but several remain. Lying on my back in the cool over-grown grass early on June mornings I might be 6 and I might be 10. Falling in love anew, I am 13. Dreaming of my future with a

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-51656624428770202212008-02-06T09:52:00.001-05:002008-02-06T14:12:55.295-05:00

I dreamed I stepped outside briefly into the comfortingly cool, sparsely lit, welcoming night leaving the front door open, but wandered off across the gray lawn distracted and came home again to find the door still open but my cats still tucked safely inside.I dreamed of coming home from work to find a fully fringed towering green shrub had grown across my path in my absence. It was menacing; a

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While re-filling the tin in my purse with my secret stash this morning, I had an epiphany of sorts:I have a private tin full of pills in my bag, like the 'underground' party kids did in high school, my very first box of fun -humiliatingly age-baring that my idea of a box of fun pills is a tin full of antacids and Motrin :-)

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Maybe this makes me a sicko, but I love this commercial to pieces- so much so that I watch it over and over and over and searched for the longest version I could find and bookmarked it. So much so that I want everybody to see it.It isn't stuffed animals having sex that endeared it to me. At least I hope not ;-)They are freaking adorable! How can you not love the bunnies ears flopping up and

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He asks what I have been doing all morning, likely wondering why I ask him to leave me alone and delay his arrival as long as possible. He asks me what I have been doing so far this day,and I say,"Nothing," in a sigh,which I know makes him nuts.I am not willing to bare myself in words, to risk being seen as a flake, to tell him I am enjoying just being me, the air coming in the windows, the dry

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Through my boyfriend's Rhapsody account I am listening to Art Garfunkel's 'Songs From a Parent to a Child'. I love it! He said I could log in with his password and listen to things as long as I saved nothing. He does not want his groove thang to 311 being broken by a burst of Bette Midler. Can't blame the guy. I don't know at all what it feels like to love a child as a parent, but I imagine it

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-66984531873981404662007-12-08T07:01:00.000-05:002007-12-08T07:17:37.853-05:00

Having my own large collection of canvas and recycled-content shopping bags amassed over the years I like to bag my own things to pack to the top and avoid any wee plastic baggies for keeping the meat to itself. I pack them full and heavy and one of these days I will break myself carrying them (see: stubborn girl stumbling down the parking lot weaving under four max-packed carry-alls and a 10-lb

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soft as dust falling it breaks my heart a whisper in song only a word and it all goes blackjust whisper the name and i go backAnd i know without peeking there's snow on the mountain tips and the air 1000 feet above the sea smells like the back of a freezer. I walked one night in the so so cold the snow flakes intact one atop another edges frost fuzzy ice pictures on my jacket in the lamp light.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-74813515205717287932007-11-30T19:38:00.001-05:002007-11-30T19:42:34.053-05:00

Here I sit in my computer chair, laughing. It is amazing how paralyzing it is when you slide one socked foot along the carpet to turn and stand...and a sewing needle sinks itself 3/4 of an inch into the meaty part of your heel.Now the throbbing.And a little more laughter.God dang that smarts.Yes I pulled it out. Put down my bowl and sat in that slow motion way of "What the living hell is stuck

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-61938676506994359002007-11-30T19:03:00.000-05:002007-11-30T19:22:21.701-05:00

I changed purses rapidly before leaving for class Wednesday night. Up on my toes I stretched my arms to lift down my busted at the seams firebox, willing the papers and newly replaced passport squeezed between the detached lid and nestled boxes of jewelry and old cat tags and Sylvia's very first collar not to slip free; balanced it teetering on the top of the floor bound TV and pre-accident

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-61896390194249084642007-11-10T10:18:00.000-05:002007-11-10T10:30:51.649-05:00

Okay, so here is an idea- rather than government keep cigarette smokers in its palm like a money making pet why doesn't it make a move that would not simply line the its own pocket? It's certainly well known how detrimental cigarette smoking is to the cardiovascular system but cigarettes are supposedly more addictive than heroin. Government knows this. Government also makes a lot of money off

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-69973661589948486442007-11-04T00:05:00.000-04:002007-11-04T00:11:15.140-04:00

the dreams i dreamed in the days of olden and time keeps passingnever come to beand time keeps passing and the places i dreamed changed without meand i visit the places expecting the me i left behind expecting to find the me i used to be and the you that dreamed toothe you that made the wind and tasted the salt and whistled my skin the you that dreamed for meand time keeps passing and the places

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-49059734849318853982007-11-03T21:48:00.000-04:002007-11-03T22:03:20.498-04:00

For a long time I lost my fire and my passion. I forgot how to dive into life and lick it. But it's coming back now. It's all coming back.For a very long time I've done my best at being someone I wasn't ever supposed to be, and now might have the chance to practice being just who I've really been all along.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-45514420863064679782007-11-03T10:40:00.000-04:002007-11-03T10:51:56.763-04:00

I was just typing to Boyfriend on the merits of Microsoft Word. I have a paper to write today. Well, I've had it for two weeks but writing it took reading up until a certain point in my text; and it took procrastination for days and days hoping to be inspired by an opening sentence.The days of my college papers were not that long ago, but well before computers in dorm rooms were common place.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-64169654991067784522007-11-03T00:18:00.000-04:002007-11-03T00:25:21.502-04:00

when i am deep in the noodles of duodenum doodles and school is rotting my headmounting textbooks of muscles,fungi, and pustules- study? i'd rather eat leadwith coffee and soda, IM's written in Yodaa fleece covered flannely bedGive me a hand- I need a final stanza!

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-28453871437801716172007-10-23T06:19:00.000-04:002007-10-23T06:41:48.046-04:00

Massage therapy classes have been keeping me busy after work! We do often get out of class a little early though and it's nice sometimes to get home from a thirteen hour day, versus a fourteen hour day :) I am actually enjoying both the material and getting to know my fourteen classmates better. It is surprisng how much I do remember from previous anatomy and physiology classes- both the RN

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This is my second week back in school, this time to become a Massage Therapist. Oh no, not the dirty kind. Only one person is getting that kind, and he gets his for free;-) Well, unless you count the price of putting up with me. It's the fifteen month, 750-hour, four nights a week course and I feel like I'm getting in on the beginning of something that is only going to grow. But more on that

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-24742189697445205722007-10-12T06:41:00.000-04:002007-10-12T07:13:45.135-04:00

A short mouse story-I once owned 23 (or was it 26) Fancy Mice.I started with two, but was stupid that day (well, a lot but we'll just stick to this incidence for now) and forgot all about checking for balls, even though I had hamsters as a kid and as an adult. And rats. Pet rats. So I bought the little black mouse who was hiding on the water bottle, and sibling. Little black mouse was already

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-75598708399404427982007-10-07T19:07:00.000-04:002007-10-07T19:10:07.662-04:00

Last time we met we weren't much more than kids, and I wonder what you would think of the adult me, and I wonder what I'd think of the grown up you; and maybe, just maybe, we'd be two half-grown kids with beautiful crow's feet and laugh lines and a couple of gray hairs and we'd stare and marvel for hours at how really no time elasped at all.

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In the wet of water's edge, at the fun place where water slides its coolness up my legs and pulls upon the ends of my rolled up pants only to tickle back down and slip away again sucking on my feet and challenging my balance, I understand the Mermaids and urge the ocean to take me safely too; tempt it by wishing with every step further out to sea. And isn't the moon trail of glitters and sparkles

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-70592893964119383422007-09-16T16:26:00.000-04:002007-09-16T16:33:02.662-04:00

I need to go look at the fluffies in the sky and feel the Fall on my face and think for a little while about where I am now and where I'm coming from and where I want to go and how I'll get there. It's been an emotionally busy week. The waves coming in and out always take me home.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-91303153138261918242007-08-27T18:54:00.000-04:002007-08-28T15:34:01.459-04:00

So last week the fear of my own body's rapidly creeping girth and fluidity escalated and I decided the time had come for some wickedly serious dieting. It was time for some purposeful calorie reduction and getting this body moving.As far back as I can remember I've been captivated by the strength, speed, and agility of runners, the power of the human body. All my life I've secretly wished for

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-77334571736273313052007-08-19T12:31:00.001-04:002007-08-19T12:35:10.860-04:00

I found the home page to this link last night, on http://2carolinacats.blogspot.com/It is a tear jerker.

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Interior painting is one of my favorite learned skills. How easy it is to make a room or a home I don't enjoy very much into a place that makes me smile every time I see it; into a place I want to linger. My back is letting me know it isn't completely happy with me right now; warning me I'd best watch my step- and there are still books to return to the book shelf (at least 100 of them) and

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-3698087438630136762007-08-16T17:52:00.000-04:002007-08-16T17:57:21.502-04:00

My cousin's baby, now four months old.How do they do it?How do they go so quickly from being warm sleepy bundles of cuddly lump, to being interactiving, animated people? More than anything else, the hope of this is why I wanted to move back from Maine.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-25609583428828574342007-08-12T08:31:00.000-04:002007-08-12T11:06:18.414-04:00

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/... and share I will. I can't remember any more whose blog linked me to PostSecret, but I've grown addicted and check almost first thing every Sunday. Reading it makes me poignantly feel how very close and how much alike we all are, and yet how very alone and different too; how there is a place inside of all of us known only by ourselves, and the conjoined beauty

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-91897608830368398072007-08-04T13:26:00.001-04:002007-08-04T13:47:19.772-04:00

Have you ever eaten a mango? Sunk your face in deep til yours cheeks are wet and sticky and the threads of fruit are slicing between your teeth? Held it up to your face to tight you have to close your eyes and hang over the sink, syrup juice freckled with flesh dripping from the tips of your tightly flexed elbows?Have you peeled off the skin to drag your teeth all the down sucking the meat off

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-79521564022262531272007-08-04T11:27:00.000-04:002007-08-04T13:14:00.702-04:00

Boyfriend gave me his previous digital camera with all the hardware for uploading to the computer and the television; with the battery recharger, the batteries, the bag- he really set me up! Of course, so far it's all nothin' but cats!!The teeny silver tabby is Sylvia, one of my two kitties. She is 8 or 9. Honestly, I keep myself in denial that she is aging at all. At 1 1/2 years old she

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-2551109796858665002007-08-03T21:00:00.001-04:002007-08-03T21:24:15.135-04:00

Two nights in a row, as the body unwilling to store rest and grow unweary dropped the window blinds on a shortening darkness, the moon struck my chest with its need to be noticed and I nearly hopped in my car and raced my barefooted self to the beach, Peanuts pajama set and all. (Yeah, this mama wants to be sexy, but cozy is my leader.)The corn shall be mine, all mine!!!!All five ears I have

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-25788252832184118792007-07-26T22:25:00.000-04:002007-07-26T22:54:21.780-04:00

These things catch my eye from the side and I turn, always turn, to see the toddler in a stroller smiling and grabbing at things, or the infant laid back half sleeping in a hand carried package. In Barnes and Noble today, at my corner a metal edge that might have been a satchel of child somehow but proved only to be a hand-pulled cart;Let the babies go, I told myself. They aren't going to be

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-42169553307611530112007-07-18T20:39:00.000-04:002007-07-18T21:06:33.472-04:00

I wasn't sure what you get when you think you are thirty-four, but find out you are still thirty-two, and your birthday comes along. Apparently in this situation, you get thirty-three with the sensation of receiving the life-long gift of two retroactive years. So I am officially thirty-three years old as of 5:35PM today, but feel like I'm thirty-five and getting away with the mother of all

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-40626263096578455722007-07-10T22:09:00.000-04:002007-07-10T22:17:25.191-04:00

It struck me oddly to hear myself calling teenagers 'kids'.It struck me very strangely when traditional college students became 'kids' to me.Now when I look at children the residual trauma at the hands of my classmates is gone, and I see small people who will one day be adult men and women, people who need structure and great role models now so they can be their best and their strongest all life

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-34179836514083535162007-07-10T21:16:00.000-04:002007-07-10T23:05:36.046-04:00

Sometimes all I need to remember who I am and to get my head screwed back straight is to be beaten by the ocean for a while and watch my sweatpants float around my legs.Today was one of those days when my head turned my world inside out and by 7PM I was certain Boyfriend and I were doomed to ruin one another's life, and I wanted the world and every stranger in it to go away. Not knowing what

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-5871601330951861702007-06-19T21:36:00.000-04:002007-06-19T21:43:09.968-04:00

Oh but you're right I am elsewhere daydreaming here only in body paying no attention....Walking barelegged, August sun hot and dry on my head, feet kicking up grasshoppers with every shake of the dark green-sharp, brown-crunchy grass...sawmill on my right closed for Sunday, or doors open, men yelling, pickups parked by the dozen... and a quick run for balance and stability over the uphill roots

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-56458607466742477312007-06-14T23:50:00.000-04:002007-06-14T23:56:33.215-04:00

I'm not sure how I expect to start a blog just before midnight and have the energy to get up at 6AM tomorrow for my healthy breakfast over an educational magazine succeeded by weight lifting and calisthenics with steam left over to carry me through the work day. It may be a morning of hitting the snooze button, not shaving to shorten shower time, and carrying my toast out the door to eat on the

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-22944127611103272672007-06-11T20:27:00.000-04:002007-06-11T20:30:21.971-04:00

Last night Boyfriend and I were filling out the calender through September. My birthday falls in July.I thought about for a minute, and then for a minute more before turning to him and saying, "I am going to be... 33? I am going to be 33 right? Wait- 1974, 7 minus 4 is 3- Yep, 33!"Sadly, I was quite serious.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-16447294874586953782007-05-29T20:59:00.000-04:002007-05-29T21:16:49.464-04:00

Normally, society functions as a set of wheels and we are the cogs- but for a birth or a death we are allowed one at a time or in groups to step out of our places in line while those ahead and behind take over our burdens until we can take them up again. The grandfather of a dear old friend died over the weekend. It was expected, just not this soon. He had a fall last month and as these things

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-8020668589056611582007-05-22T20:10:00.000-04:002007-05-22T20:29:42.105-04:00

I am in a self imposed painful place just now and afraid of self destructing because of my self inflicted fear.What a thorny circle.My last relationship started out with me madly in love, albeit occasionally crying and feeling neglected- but I stayed, for almost four years, because I loved him and I knew that in his own way he loved me. Even if his way didn't fulfill my emotional and social needs

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-37583148986613793472007-05-14T18:06:00.000-04:002007-05-14T18:08:50.724-04:00

Me holding my cousin's son on Mother's Day.Everyone was concerned I wouldn't be able to eat if I had to hold him much longer.Have to hold him?Eat?HA!!What's food when you have an infant on your chest?He is about six weeks old now, and so alert! How wonderful to see those big, gorgeous eyes wide open and looking about.How wonderful to lean my face down to nuzzle, smell, and kiss his precious

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-7795532046198667592007-05-11T06:54:00.000-04:002007-05-16T22:43:02.696-04:00

(a post I began last week, figuring I'd 'finish' it later- silly me; muses can't often be reawakened; here it is as left)While photographing the things I love in my days, montages of my homes are invariably recorded for posterity but often before I move away I'll purposely capture each room before the packing begins so that years later I can rewalk it by looking at 4x6. Last night before bed and

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-69995801851061414392007-05-10T19:26:00.000-04:002007-05-10T19:53:47.868-04:00

I lied to a professor once. He asked me, regarding the way I moved when walking, if I was a dancer and I, answering from my heart before thinking, said, "Yes.""I can tell," said he.*My disclaimer before attending weddings is that I do not dance. Don't even take me to the floor. Stage fright sets in and I begin to swivel into the ground. But I dance in the car, on the bar stool, in my seat at

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-85268582533588059812007-05-09T17:42:00.001-04:002007-05-09T18:04:50.842-04:00

Ah, the sleep of the emotionally winded. Yes, that was our Sunday nap.I have met two people in my life who warn they may fall asleep in the middle of a terse discussion. Self preserving narcolepsy? Things get too distressing and they just pass out. Do you know anyone like this? Have you ever witnessed it?My sister's boyfriend is looking for an adjective that rhymes with 'forty'. All I come up

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-21318778896635723182007-05-07T21:22:00.000-04:002007-05-07T21:44:49.981-04:00

I know he never meant it, but in my last relationship with the man I almost married I was very lonely a good deal of the time for the final two years. Before we moved in together there had been instances of emotional neglect- except for the times when he got a rise out of teasing me with affection he didn't intend to give, I know it was just inexperience and ignorance. I was his first

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-15398041105406020942007-05-04T22:48:00.000-04:002007-05-04T23:09:41.938-04:00

This afternoon, walking to my car, I heard a small voice yell out, "Hey lady!"and turned to see a brunette pipsqueak looking up at me."Remember when we saw the ducks here?" she asked with an earnest grin. Startled as I was to have this childhood friendliness bestowed upon me- me!- I only ambled out the best smile I could muster and agreed. "Have a great day!" she yelled as I got into the

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-19500541172590433792007-05-03T21:55:00.000-04:002007-05-03T21:56:18.626-04:00

Three cats in the living room ,all lying on their tummies facing West. At least until I laughed musingly at them and one turned toward the South.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-19136960602057029502007-05-03T21:39:00.000-04:002007-05-03T21:47:51.092-04:00

I took down the photo of my boyfriend and I taken by him on the beach that greeted me on our monitor every morning and afternoon and replaced it with a black and white (really mostly gray)picture of a wide open road I found on someone's Flicker site. I don't remember whose site it was, or even where the picture was taken. I do know it sheds a light on the freedom in me to be greeted by a

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-68934515858619979122007-05-01T18:30:00.000-04:002007-05-01T18:40:49.734-04:00

There are moments in my life when I wonder how the hell I've gotten this far without accidentally killing myself, and whose brilliant idea it is to let me out on pass every day. Like when I get the bow on the back of my scrub top hooked on the doorknob at work all day long. Like when I get the entire office in a panic over something important gone missing- only to find it in the very first place

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-84348804414515678622007-04-28T21:07:00.000-04:002007-04-28T21:30:16.019-04:00

Ah, for the love of Nissin: 8 packages of cellulite- I mean, curly noodles- for $1.00!Though mixed in the pasta of the package I just boiled is something soft and light brown. Looks like soggy bread, feels like cheap meat. It doesn't have antenna or look human so I am pretending it must have been something stuck in the pot I pulled from the cabinet. Mind over suspicious looking matter. Goes

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-10775491259706126082007-04-27T17:50:00.000-04:002007-04-27T17:56:47.858-04:00

Have you seen the ad for the new Victoria's Secret bra?One bra, three straps- One hundred ways to wear it? Are they kidding? I have a hard enough time figuring out how to turn mine into criss-cross or strapless. With one hundred options they'd be sending a search party out when I didn't show up for work by Wednesday only to find my naked self tangled and half choked in bra straps on the bathroom

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-35950488542159309132007-04-21T09:09:00.000-04:002007-04-21T09:19:25.450-04:00

On the phone with you I hear you laugh and dig knowing how your lips are curled and parted heart shaped and your cheeks balled up.My bedroom windows are draped in powder blue and misty white sheers, my bed in a white quilt dotted with tiny cottage blue flowers over new, white cotton T-shirt sheets and a white cotton blanket striped at the top with blue, and the springtime morning sun flowing in

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-9679569488869437362007-04-20T22:20:00.000-04:002007-04-21T09:55:57.920-04:00

1) Horse Trainer2) Farmer3) Editor4) Midwife5) Veterinarian6) Horticulturist7) Massage Therapist8) Personal Trainer9) Flight AttendantWhen my girlfriend and I were 18, and I was home on Christmas break, we stayed up all night one Saturday just because we hadn't ever done it before- not the whole night, not together as bad-girls-with-a-car. (I think we did bad-girl things like go to Dunkin Donuts

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-9591578771585240182007-04-20T21:12:00.000-04:002007-04-20T21:33:46.613-04:00

In my college days, I was a flasher. Get the girl out of the Catholic school, away from the over protective mother and ten PM curfew, and the top will come off. Outdoors. Any time she can find an excuse. Such as, it's night time and she is outside. Such as, she drank a wine cooler lying flat on her back and- spilled.I also slept with several men.There were one homesick-lonely-girl one-night

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-69862582697637317922007-04-08T21:35:00.000-04:002007-04-08T21:49:35.983-04:00

I am crazy about this part of my life. I look at these friends of mine, these men I knew as single college age boys, and I see grown men with wives they love and houses they tend. I've smoked cigars, watched porn, fielded guy-talk, sampled scotch, stayed up all night talking with them; philosophized out way through early adulthood, nursed break-ups, heard the husband side of marital discord and

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-85018268979023233642007-04-08T20:55:00.000-04:002007-04-08T20:58:34.678-04:00

This is my cousin's son, their very first child (the cousin with whom I am so close we sometimes forget we aren't sisters). He was born on his due date, April 2nd, and I had the sweetest pleasure of meeting and snuggling his six hour old little self. I miss him already and am going back to visit them this Wednesday.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-89877150906330937252007-04-08T20:39:00.000-04:002007-04-08T20:47:28.115-04:00

When I smell a horse barn or pass a field of one or ten, something lights up in my heart. When I see a horse running across a field unburdened, tail parallel to the ground, or a beast of lightning and heaven's breath galloping pure fire down a beach transporting some blessed rider, tears fill up my eyes.And every single time I listen to the song Wildfire* I cry just a little when the horse

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-80858498268921967722007-04-08T17:59:00.001-04:002007-04-08T17:59:28.662-04:00

Spring comes different in Maine. For months there is a progression of increasing mud with the ongoing threat of new snow. There are plow piles that linger in the afternoon shade, in the land of the morning sun, that linger on into June. There is the patch of flattened, soggy, brown grass that is first to show through the snow in March and gallops the heart with joy at the sight of ground last

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-39952265379134110292007-04-08T17:32:00.000-04:002007-04-08T18:03:31.487-04:00

Very recently I read that the intense feelings of anger during PMS might be caused by low blood calcium levels. Okay, for all of you who experience the cramps and actual menstruation there is much else to cause frustration! But for me, who only gets the hormonal fluctuations, perhaps this could be legitimate. Well I am taking Calcium supplements now- time will tell if the month can pass without

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-88271427470288283332007-03-31T06:01:00.000-04:002007-03-31T06:10:41.005-04:00

I can't wait to grow up so I can:Go to bed whenever I want. (Some nights I wish I was allowed to go to bed earlier.)Eat whatever I want. (lowfat cottage cheese with fat free yogurt and almonds? Baked potatoes with ketchup? Is this the wild diet I had in mind?)Wax my upper lip. Now that never figured in to my plans. The hairs come in darker now; still soft, but dark enough that I look like a

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-60583871137975562642007-03-25T20:14:00.000-04:002007-03-25T20:32:18.029-04:00

After my first bite of swordfish last night I frantically waved my boyfriend's venture-some fork away from my dish.After my third bite, I burst out laughing and was greeted with puzzled looks by my table-mates.The waiter was anxious but I assured him nothing else was needed.The manager came over to appease, but was reassured his guest was happy and full and even amused.I have never encountered

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-27048302071415500622007-03-25T20:02:00.000-04:002007-03-25T20:12:54.303-04:00

Rolling up on my 33rd birth anniversary I wonder if it is too late for me to get off the pot- that is, if I should have gotten off long ago. Maybe- but we each have our individual marinating times and every life and situation, though similar to several others, is individual. Have you ever heard the same line of advice multiple ways for years but never had it touch you inside until one day you

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-66311805876920970732007-03-20T17:40:00.000-04:002007-03-20T17:43:46.953-04:00

Give me a cookie, and back the fuck up. Better yet, for your own safety, throw the damn thing from five feet away- just aim well or I'm coming after you.So- fucking- cranky! It has got to be the hormones. No uterus, no periods, hard to tell... but the bloat, the completely unnecessary crying, the intense chocolate cravings...and the one day a month I want to fucking eat people. No reason for

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-16708486811686355022007-03-16T19:11:00.000-04:002007-03-16T22:39:16.232-04:00

It is true that growing up I wanted to be a gypsy, my idea of a gypsy being an intriguing woman sporting a kerchief and all her worldly goods in a knapsack, living the nomadic life with a horse-drawn cart. Horses, travel, a nifty little knapsack (of red cloth) on my shoulder: I was all for it.Albeit within tiny borders, I've done my share of job hopping and traipsing since high school. Think

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-76384358866890114322007-03-16T16:16:00.000-04:002007-03-16T16:25:41.704-04:00

news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070316/pl_nm/usa_crime_plame_dc;_ylt=AlgVhHFoUFhEJ6JijmFGXX2WwvIEThe much-anticipated testimony by the striking blonde, the subject of a photo spread in Vanity Fair magazine, drew dozens of reporters and photographers and was shown live on cable TV news channels.This article concerns Valerie Plame, a former CIA spy, and what she has to say about her cover being blown.This

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-78257778587102108072007-03-14T17:49:00.000-04:002007-03-14T18:20:12.536-04:00

My mom has a favorite Christmas photo of me. I am two and one-half years old with shiny, wispy dark brown waves of hair and clearly blue eyes. I sit on my aunt's living room floor on one leg, the other extended, in my red calico dress. My eyes are open startlingly wide. My mouth is agape. In my hands is a freshly unwrapped Madame Alexender 'Victoria' doll an in that moment someone caught

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-59728155388020273282007-03-11T22:22:00.001-04:002007-03-11T22:33:53.411-04:00

I've oft learned that sometimes what I have wanted for so long, what I really and truly need, what I have asked for and prayed for again and once more, what I have strove for down a hundred wrong alleys, comes to me after all but not in the anticipated packaging. Sometimes I find myself cherishing something new, finding it fulfills empty spots in my heart and makes me a better person, only to

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-78674311803966669992007-03-07T18:54:00.000-05:002007-03-07T19:01:03.338-05:00

Did I read that correctly? Were two 16 year old young women in New York suspended for saying the word 'vagina' in a school play? Were two young women actually kicked out of school for a few days for appropriately referring to a beautiful part of the female anatomy?What were they supposed to say? Pussy? Cunt? That special place down there?Labia, clitoris, cervix... HA! Are they shocked now?Yes I

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-64079424350731522672007-03-05T19:19:00.000-05:002007-03-05T20:04:05.929-05:00

In my early twenties, my life was an unmitigated disaster. I formally dropped out of college at age 20 and while floating worked well short term it would no longer suffice when I was 21 and recently moved back home after the rape and kidnapping. I needed a sense of control.Before the rape I was fully free spirited and ultimately trusting. I was happy, silly, fun and often nicknamed giggles.

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-59379846600054633812007-03-02T14:12:00.000-05:002007-03-02T14:20:43.155-05:00

The news heading "Iraqi Police Go Missing" becomes "Iraqi Geese Go Missing".Wandering through the grocery parking lot aiming toward the car I've misplaced I glance over and over at a car that looks like mine but the trunk is open. Obviously it belongs to someone else who must be around the corner lifting full bags to deposit there. Or, I left my trunk yawning when I got out and that's how it

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-37695445987112996162007-03-01T19:33:00.000-05:002007-03-01T19:44:05.814-05:00

Promise after this I'll shut the donut hole for today!All week I have complained about my boobs and slowly aging body. Standing in the pharmacy prescription drop-off line at WalMart today I remembered I'm being a brat.My cousin, who reads this blog (Hi Lady! Don't worry- no one will know who you are!) (Hey- I just thought of secret identities and ... remember playing "Undercover Cops" in your

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-77831747548120495862007-03-01T19:13:00.000-05:002007-03-01T19:32:04.072-05:00

Walking around the inner harbor of Baltimore that first weekend of January, on what was actually our third date, my new boyfriend and I rejoiced in the unseasonable spring like weather and the glory of being able to enjoy it.We weren't alone- the harbor area was packed and partying with crowds of people- ethnic mix, age mix, lifestyle mix, class mix. In the aquarium alone we each noted at least

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-7697718206336068562007-03-01T18:52:00.000-05:002007-03-01T19:05:18.936-05:00

This weekend a premonition dawned of why for two years every bra I have bought just doesn't quite fit right. I've been buying B cups. Today I purchased an A cup. And tried it on at home. And went back for a second A cup because apparently - I get an A.Today for the first time (that makes first No. 4 & 5 for today) I experienced what other women have squelched about- some bra styles don't

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-12545025183788605942007-03-01T12:52:00.000-05:002007-03-01T13:00:06.172-05:00

I had two new experiences before noon today! Well, three:Sent home from work (I stayed out sick Tuesday and Wednesday but insisted on going back today), my very first bronchitis diagnosis, and my first ever inhaler!Granted not as much fun as My First Orgasm; strikingly lower shock value than My First Car Accident.Now that there is a medical explanation for the teeny bouts of dizziness with limbs

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-18410725127427838502007-02-28T01:58:00.000-05:002007-02-28T02:05:02.893-05:00

I am aging. I am 32 going on 64 and physically aging and it scares the crap out of me. Vanity and insecurity mix poorly with aging and old-maid hood. Oh my aching, wrinkling, sagging head.I know I should just be glad I am healthy and all the parts I entered with are still attached and functioning-but for the love of ass implants and Oil of Olay, do the fuckers have to soften and droop?

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-25639711871112988732007-02-26T20:43:00.000-05:002007-02-26T21:11:54.725-05:00

There is so much more I could share but never do- do I look beyond the immediate any more? When the weather calms and my walks of six or seven mind wandering miles resume perhaps the muses will be illuminated again.Lying in bed Sunday morning my boyfriend sleeping quietly beside me I wanted so much to slip my left arm beneath his dozy head and roll him onto my chest but chose instead to let him

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-70811814394920434252007-02-26T19:38:00.000-05:002007-02-26T19:47:55.624-05:00

A strange thing is occurring about my boobular area- it is shrinking. Back in the days before smile lines and sagging I was a D cup. The lapse to a B cup made sense as I lost 25 pounds senior year of high school (and another 15 pounds Freshman year of college- yes, the famed 15 only I starved myself instead and dropped it.)- Of course, 1/10th of that came from my chest. But what is this slip

Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05013941326897744423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22469970.post-60432083362231492832007-02-23T02:04:00.000-05:002007-02-23T02:05:40.413-05:00

Not sure what I've caught, but it comes with progressive phlegm and a sore throat,and sitting at the computer reading blogs and downloading I-Tunes until it's 2AM and I am knocking myself in the eyeball with the headphones and thinking I'm very funny.

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Summertime.Close your eyes (okay that will make reading difficult) - No, close your eyes and imagine your dreamiest, best ever summer moments.What did you see? I remember waking up hot and sticky at 10AM in the middle of the week, or awake in my T shirt and underpants sitting in a silent kitchen in the early morning grey light, the varnish on the chair still cool on the backs of my thighs,

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When you cut your ankle shaving either:a)right before a job interview or any other activity where blood on your pants is unacceptable.b)in someone else's shower and you don't know where the bandaids are kept and they've given you the 'good bath towels' to use.

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http://www.thingsinyourhead.com/I am falling in love again! Rather I found the above blog today and am immersing myself in a most pleasurable read. Isn't it the grandest to stumble upon an intrinsically touching blog rife with archives? Read and read and read sucking it all up like a pizza crust dipped in milk.(ha! sneak in one of my eating secrets with a bad analogy!- growing up in my house we

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* (if you get bored reading, at least please skip to the end and consider my question- Thanks! )Currently I am listening to Peter Murphy's 'Keep Me From Harm', which I would upload and post to share with you if I knew how or even could. So much for that but perhaps you are familiar.My Harold had the cassette and I would borrow it for night runs when we lived two blocks from the sea in Long

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So here is the goal:I want to go to school for massage therapy- the whole shebang that will leave me fully licensed to practice.I hear that the market is currently saturated with massage therapists; but markets fluctuate and some day there will be a dearth of therapists.Why massage therapy?I enjoy touching people therapeutically. Simple human touch can effect wonders. Physical contact and

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Oops- I nearly missed a Saturday but here I am gliding in at 11:12 PM, and mostly only because I finally remembered how to log in through Google, and because my boyfriend, whose laptop I am using, left me unattended for a bit so that he could complete some chores.Attending my cousin's baby shower today set me, as being involved even secondarily in major life events oft does, thinking about the

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Boyfriend bought me my first MP3 player for Valentine's Day (yes, it's the 12th today... details, details... ) (he also uploaded for me one of his Hendrix albums and one of his 311- Hooray!)(Yummy Hendrix.)I have heard All Along the Watchtower by Dylan, and remade by others. I have heard other Hendrix cuts. The guitar flowing through Hendrix's Watchtower still wrap around the inner bits of me

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I've begun to think that this age of women being everything can be emasculating. I know I need my sexy, feminine side recognized and appreciated even if I can hang my own mini-blinds, check my own oil, hold my own door, push and jump my own car, move furniture all by myself and paint my own walls. I am learning, partly on my own but instigated by experience, that I need to let a man be a man;

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'I remember...' is an extremely powerful phrase in my language. Uttered silently in my head or caught from the voice of another it transports me to places I want to linger, warm places amongst people I loved once, homes decorated where I languished in comfort; age four lying in a sun ray on my grandparents' coal dust saturated low pile rough on my cheek navy green carpet watching the dust

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I spent most of the summer dreaming of quick, without-a-trace ways to off myself: what point was there in going on when at 32 I was unable to bear children, broke, unemployed, single having just broken off an engagement three months prior to nuptials, homesick for my Maine friends and job, swallowed daily by a blood sucking and energy stealing cloud of who-gives-a-fuck about even breathing, and

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