February 25th, 2008 at 11:28pm |
One January, my husband and I received a call that left my oldest daughter floundering, in a way she had never known before. One of her friends, who was also our pastor’s youngest daughter was killed in a snowmobile accident. She was a friend of my 13 year old daughter.
My eyes still fill with tears […]
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February 25th, 2008 at 10:44pm |
Over the years I so often felt as if I was stagnant when it came to my weight. I grasped at many life lines only to fail time and time again. I would lose a significant amount of weight only to gain it back along with more.
I married a wonderful man who has been there […]
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February 23rd, 2008 at 12:10am |
Child Of Difference
An angel silently sits close,
to a child filled with hope.
A hand upon a tousled head,
its wings a protective cloak.
Crystalline tears overflow its eyes;
the child is passed without a glance.
Ostracized. Differentiated.
Condemned without a chance.
Deplorable, despicable entity,
scum of the earth to the world’s eyes.
The child’s care-free innocent years,
give birth to tears that will never […]
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February 22nd, 2008 at 10:31pm |
I want to spend some time telling you about my sister. She plays an important roll in the dynamics of my relationship with my Mother.My sister’s name is Eva. She is the oldest of the family. Eva was born with something called ‘Turner’s Syndrome’. Turner’s syndrome is a genetic condition in which a female does […]
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February 22nd, 2008 at 6:48pm |
I feel a need to start at the beginning. I feel it is important for me to express where I have come from. My hope is that it will speak to others. That they may recognize a glimpse of themselves. That they too may…just believe.
I was born on July 2, 1956 in the city that […]
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February 21st, 2008 at 11:24pm |
Inkwell
I immerse quelled fingers to dabble
in the reservoir of my mind,
deep within the richest ink,
the blackest I can find.
Allured by security of darkness,
away from the starkness of reality.
Where I find my soul
in the blackest tracings,
on the whitest page.
©BAR 01/21/99
I come to this place with a deep sense of anticipation but also some uncertainty. I […]
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