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Monthly Archives: December 2011
Like a beloved sweater with a loose thread, he slowly unravels as the winter break progresses. The change in routine. The too much, too fast nature of all of the preferred items unsheathed from their glittery, papery hiding places on … Continue reading
Editor’s Note: Well, since my last post was absolutely and utterly dark, I have decided to dedicate the space following it in my bloggy account of our journey to light, because light is the space we typically live in. Light … Continue reading
Teetering on the edge of sanity. My heart pounds in my chest. Scarcely breathing, the anxiety floods in. And then anger. And sorrow. This emotional cocktail swallows me wholly. Scarcely breathing, the tears collect in cavernous wrinkles I’ve collected over … Continue reading