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reposted from my most recent post to the motherless daughter community
youarethecity I am sitting at my brother's desk waiting for Thanksgiving dinner and crying my eyes out.
I miss my mom every major holiday. But this time my grief is less about her and more about the way other people in my family feel free to treat me now that she is gone.
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Theories on How to Find It
1) There is no one thing that makes you or anyone else happy. Everyone is cobbling together little aspects of their life to feel like the center holds ( Read more... ) -
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Today's poem, for S. who I think never liked Salinger. But nonetheless:
Catcher in the Rye
by Laurie Lico Albanese
I read anything
I can get my hands on
Old Yeller, Little Women,
Black Beauty
Reader's Digest Condensed Novels
that turn up in our house
after Aunt Martha dies
Little House on the Prairie
Harriet the Spy
over and over again
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I was recently reminded that it is National Poetry Month. I am trying to participate in NaPoWriMo. (Yes, why should people who write from margin to margin get all the fun-during national poetry writing month, you vow to write a poem a day.) But inspired by tgstonebutch, I will also be adding a poem a day I love to my livejournal. Bonus! This seems ( Read more... ) -
More self-description, this time without being aided by a multiple choice test
I was responding to one of those okcupid messages I get every so often, where a gay girl says "I don't usually respond to bisexual girls but you seem cool..." And as I was theorizing on my feet in my reply to her, I realized something. For all my whining, I actually love, not only being bisexual, but the word bisexual. Here's why, lifted from my ( Read more... ) -
I feel like a sucker but there is something to this enneagram thing.
My friends will perhaps feel as emphatically about the accuracy of the highlighted items as I do.
Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
How to Get Along with Me
- Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
- Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
- Respect me for my special ( Read more... )
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A conversation me and the boy had about therapy and love. Simone is my therapist.
stevetheliving: simone does seem to play a little
loose with protocol which i think is a good thing
mollymalone: i always feel a little betrayed that i
can't live there but i don't think that is because of her
looseness.
mollymalone: it makes me feel like a person.
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I spent the weekend at the home of another not quite ex, my friend Emily, and now I am thinking about houses. I am thinking about the houses of people I miss. And I am thinking about fall. There was just enough rusty edges in the light today to make me realize that this summer isn't as motionless as it appears ( Read more... ) -
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I miss you, my livejournal. I miss my paper journal. I miss the part of my brain that writes about things not imemdiately in front of my face, like my clients. See you tomorrow? -
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While I intend to use this lj for more or less complete pieces of writing, the sheer exercise of getting stuff down feels good to me now.
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The Daily News or the Post had two pictures of ( Read more... )