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Talking back to the happily ever after. Like Sand Through The Hour Glass. I know the neglect at this blog is epic, and I really do hope to find my way back to it in a regular way, but in the meantime. Halloween fell on a Thursday this year so I was charmed as the Throwback Thursday posts began to appear in my Twitter feed of people and their children in Halloweens gone by. One of my favorite pictures of The Boy is of him in a duck costume at 8 weeks old that I posted on my erstwhile blog way back when.
Thursday, December 24, 2009. Despite my best intentions, I have not been here as much as I wanted. In part, for good reasons, because I wrote a Nanowrimo. Friday, October 23, 2009. Thoughts in search of a blog post. Madam has a serious girl crush on another little girl in her classroom. She pretends to be this girl at home, talks rapturously abou.
Sleep and the lack thereof. I wrote to a local mom the other day. I said Hey, we need to be friends. We have multiple friends in common, we are both white moms raising black sons in the whitest of cities, we both have strong attitudes about things, when can we get together? I joined a new online group of moms raising black sons.
Do not judge by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. It is making me write here. it is bringing me back to this space. It is beginning to be more about her than it was about me.
How very softly you tiptoed into my world. Almost silently, only for a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon my heart. Saturday, December 5, 2009. Christmas time is here yet again . But! Will every smile, walk, talk and play always make me sad and long for Micah? I hope this d.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017. Over a year has passed. Over a year has passed since. Over a year has passed since. We lay on autumn spread. When you and I secluded. Waltz on our hesitant hands,. A stillness engulfed the breeze.