crybaby

photo credit here   in the black of midnight at the Beasleys, when the house holds its breath,   you feel the quiet  settle over you, like a blanket.  the hum of the ice maker, the click of the heater – all lull you into exhausted sleep.   until. from the tiniest bed in the...

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the new has come …

photo credit here   It’s a time for resolutions — for burying vices and resurrecting good intentions. It’s a time for renewal – for a clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning. It’s a time for hope – that last year’s pain might be crumpled alongside Christmas wrappings and discarded...

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there is still good …

photo credit here   the fourth digit on my left hand is ringed in a halo of white gold and diamonds  and i blush proud as the cashier at the grocery store names it the prettiest she has ever seen.   not one hour later, tears burn hot against the backs of my eyes, pricked fresh from the...

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the superman

photo credit here there’s a reason  that Hollywood keeps making superhero movies.   here it is:  we keep watching them. why?   my humble opinion: because the good guy wins.   not so in life.   we trudge daily through a world where beauty is marred by brokenness, where headlines...

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falling in love, again.

  you might be sitting across a table, exchanging nervous glances and thousand-watt grins, on your first excursion  back into dating after a hard break-up …   or maybe you’re having your fingers  bathed in puppy breath, staring into the begging eyes that peek through the cage at a local...

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on loving your peeps

photo credit here   sometimes, you learn  the hard way. and so i’ll share, what i know now, with scraped knees – this kernel that i keep chewing, back of my mouth,  about grieving and living and what it means to live with, not just alongside.   i lost someone dear to me, again. ...

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tiny predators

forget forest fires or tornadic winds. the ash tree’s greatest threat? a tiny beetle   “The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that  the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you...

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to be as snow …

  photo © 2010 Billy Lindblom | more info (via: Wylio)   i’ve never seen eight inches of snow before …   Southern born and bred, i’m used to doing a snow dance for a mere  “wintry mix” of one or two inches, which is enough to keep all school buses below the Mason-Dixon...

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when you wake a warrior …

photo credit here some mornings, to breathe in is to battle. from that first moment of ceiling stare, of covers pulled to chin, you assess the day like an enemy enclosing, and you wonder if that chink you carry in your armor will hold.   and you pray. this week, i woke heavy nearly every day,...

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