April 15, 2014
by Tricia
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Wonder

Sometimes I look at her and I wonder. I wonder at how we’re here. Here with long, lanky legs. And a mouth full of teeth from which multi-syllabic words stream out in eloquent sentences conveying thoughts and ideas and dreams. more »

March 25, 2014
by Tricia
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Landslide

I settled into my Sunday evening with a calming sense of security that our relaxing and peaceful weekend had led us to prepare well for Monday. That everything was ready and in its place for a graceful easing into the more »

March 18, 2014
by Tricia
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Wearing cute shoes

I like cute shoes. I like nail polish. I like the feeling I get when I’ve just painted my nails and I catch glimpses of them as I type, or, even better, when I model them to myself in the more »

February 12, 2014
by Tricia
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Thirty-three

We walked down the stairs, hand in hand, as we do most mornings. When we reached the kitchen, we parted. She shuffled into the dining room where her daddy, brother, and breakfast sat waiting. I wandered around the kitchen, sipping more »

February 3, 2014
by Tricia
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Goodbye yellow post-it notes

A string of bright yellow post-it notes framed our front door. On them were words like “Purse” and “Preschool lunch” and “Nanny bag” and “Pump.” My husband had written them for me the night before I returned to work after more »

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