November 26, 2013
by Tricia
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Good enough for a Sunday morning

The sun is streaming through the windows, casting shadows of criss crossed lines on the floor which is now scattered with puzzle pieces and books and stuffed bears and a mermaid with glittering fins and long, black yarn hair. Her more »

November 21, 2013
by Tricia
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Little fingers

Four tiny fingers wrap themselves around my index finger. The thumb completes the circle. And we’re off. Living room. Dining room. Kitchen. He pulls a little as we go. He sways and rocks a bit. He is steady… steadier every more »

November 19, 2013
by Tricia
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Tar

I coast past the entrance to the lower lot, remembering too late that the upper lot is closed for paving. I got emails about this and those bright orange cones are tough to miss. But I’m already in my weekend more »

November 12, 2013
by Tricia
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Small talks

The buzz of the heater. Time to get used to these things again. The shock of the cold when we first get in and the buzz of air blowing out at us, freezing cold at first but slowly warming. Turning more »

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