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"I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and the need to travel, between the varied and seductive paths of the heart. The lessons of impermanence, the occasional despair and the muse, so tenuously moored, all visit their needs upon me and I dig deeply ( Read more... )

You won't mind, Monsieur Milton, if I take from you the things you said when you mocked us all. It won't disrupt your slumber for me to use your imagery to tell the truth about the state of things. Think fondly of the smells of a long lifetime: moss rubbed hard against dry wood. Take flattery to your chest like a pat of butter. I remember you best ( Read more... )

( 2004, You're over...now get the fuck off my lawn. )