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Love
I often loved with the depth and naivety of a school girl then and long after I was no longer a school girl.
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Some poems I wrote
C. 2008 Fine Whatever you need Is mine to give But it will cost you Skin off your back Your self esteem And mine But ask I’ll see what I can do I make no promises —————————- 2-1-09 Someone who doesn’t make my house seem smaller But makes my home larger Someone who helps with…
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Divided
“I’ll take a coffee. Can I get a little bit of double cream on the side? I’d also like a croissant if you have any.” The server noted Deidre’s American accent, nodded and moved away to get the requested items. It was unseasonably sunny for May, especially in Dublin. She was happy that she’d decided…
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Pain is OK
I’ve heard it said, or maybe written, that pain is mandatory but suffering is optional. Well I’m here to tell you that historically I neither do pain nor suffering well. As a young person, emotional pain tipped me over regularly. It was my inability to cope with pain that sent me into the arms of…
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Cheerleaders and Truth Tellers
When Jacob was, I don’t know…maybe 10, I realized the issue with being a single parent: I think every child needs 2 parents because everyone needs someone who will nurture them and love them and tell them every thing is going to be OK no matter what. I think they also need someone who will…
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Friends with Benefits
Last night I was hanging out with a bunch of gals ages about 20 to 60 (and yes, based on what I am about to say, using the term “gals” might be antiquated)… I was one of only 3 gals over 40. One of us in the upper ages was telling a story and was…
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A Him
He smelled like garlic and the Earth His hands were rough His touch gentle and tentative His thoughts intrigued me He made me laugh and think I loved to watch him with her His reverence for her The way he tenderly addressed her …especially when she was angry When he was not around, sometimes we…
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One of “them”
I was on a drive today and listening to my David Bowie station, and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on. I was catapulted back to middle school! I don’t know when it started but at some point I remember KNOWING I was different. I was too tall, my hair was too red, I was too good…
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No more
Sure I still lack the self esteem I wish I had. I have tons more than I used to. I used to NEED the approval of others to such an extent that I couldn’t have told you who I was or what I wanted if my life had depended on it. I was always being…
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Mac Tíre (Part 2)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (I’d suggest reading them in order) The large grey wolf descended the rocks towards her: Their eyes locked on one another. Neither of them letting the other have the satisfaction of looking away. Inside her she was divided. Part of her wanted to run.…
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 