thoughts as essay
Saturday, April 11, 2015. In the event the New York Islanders don’t make the playoffs this year, that will be the date of their last home…
The sound of a beer can being opened.
I was thinking all day about the phrase “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade” and, feeling sorry for myself about recent life events…
This has been the summer of our discontent. On a personal level, July and August have been needles stabbed at us again and again — my…
judging the poor by what they carry
Reflecting on life after the death of my mother.
My defining moment as a mother came in 1994, when my son was 18 months old.
I stick my finger in the Easter bread batter, meaning to taste just a little of it to make sure I got it right.
I didn’t willfully start out forgetting you. It was something that just happened, an occurrence that took place over time, little by little…
on forgiving myself
A transcription of my muddled thoughts on criticism and subjectivity. It is quite the rambling.
Sometimes living the life you want is as easy as avoiding the life you’ve chosen
Just so you know
An essay on technology and lifestyle
Writing with My Special Needs Child
You’ll Have Hyules and Lorules
Partes 1 e 2
Partes 3 e 4
I know I’m not the first to say it; it feels great to mean it.
What you learn when you feel free.
a poem about healing
Get your fingers out of her pie!
E que nome mais irônico poderia a “corrente” ter?
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