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My love history and why I never wrote about my husband until now
Let me warn you: This post is long. Something my husband and I talked about before he helped me launch this website was the fact that I wrote a lot of material about someone I loved before I met him. I was worried that what I wrote a long time ago would hurt my husband, something I would never do intentionally. Now my husband, Jonathan, is very blunt, as anyone who knows him will tell you. He told me specifically that he is not threatened by my past because it made me who I am—the woman he loves. We talked about my past and his while we were getting to know each…
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Moving On
Rhythmic Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Moving On” 1-29-02 Cobblestones near the wood-stove Were often houses and roads For the sisters’ matchbox cars During stormy summer nights When their game was make-believe. They made elevators of Sheets for stuffed dogs and dolls on Stairs where little sister’s head Got caught in the banisters. Momma’s butter stopped her tears. The circle driveway became Never ending when their bikes Were not locked in the garage. Traffic accidents ended Then with only bleeding knees. Three sisters help pack boxes. They can’t pack the cobblestones, Or the staircase where they played. But nothing is forgotten, Because all homes have old dreams. I was always grateful…
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The Tooth Fairy
The Tooth Fairy, 10-8-14 The night my youngest sister was born was also the night I lost my first tooth. I will never forget that night. I didn’t realize until much later how significant that night was. It was the first time the tooth fairy visited me, before I realized the true origin of the tooth fairy. I thought about that tonight, as my son lost his top front tooth. I had to drive to my mother-in-law’s house to get a dollar for the tooth fairy to leave behind. I should have been more prepared, considering that the tooth was barely hanging on. While friends’ kids may get more money…
