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Jul 13

Our Song

Our Song by Nancy Schatz Alton Your blossom into speech is slow. Your smile covers every inch of my skin. You reach for my hand as we walk. How long it took to meet someone who I felt no need to give words to. You’ve taught me silence, how it’s enough to hold our wishes …

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Jun 27

Holy Fire/Dirty Bathroom Mirror

Today’s the first day since June 7th that I’ve been home without kids for more than a few hours. Ah, I thought, I’ll have hours to work. Ah, my focus is not focused today. Even writing this feels not easy. We’re half in summer and half out. I’m right in the week between our family’s …

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Jun 15


Do you know how lucky I feel? On a day like today when we’re celebrating endings and the sun shines, I know I have it all. Because who else gets to watch you sporting striped pants with confidence? So often, I write to get out of a downward spiral. I forget to note the goodness. …

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Jun 14

Flip Book

Flip-book, Memory Edition by Nancy Schatz Alton I am leaning across the fence. You are backing away. You stitch tank tops. I stitch longing while remembering need: Your need for me gathered in a flip book baby-toddler-preschooler —stop— stop freeze. I am leaning across the fence. You wear stripes, like me. Your hair, long & …

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Jun 04


Tell me, why does this one precious life feel hard? Even as my mind plays with the word hard. Is it the right word? Is hard allowed when so many have it worse? Why is my mind a trap that cycles me like a washing machine stuck in the spin cycle? Has that metaphor already …

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Jun 02


I collect heat and retreat. The dog rests on the wooden floor, fur thick and dirty from the smell and roll. Hair and skin cells dot air and surfaces. My wound remakes itself into pink skin. I hear someone call out mom. I reply. Outside noises make me wonder if the call out was mine. …

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May 18


I want to write in the third person to get some distance from my flaws. I want to believe Madeleine L’Engle when she writes that our flaws will get us through. I want to tell you that my youngest donned a helmet and a harness and climbed halfway up the rope ladder and almost made …

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May 11

Fear & Freckles

The years lay down a soundtrack that no one can fall asleep to. Isn’t that why Buddhists ask us to clear the mind? What do you want to believe? That all is suffering, or that each moment is new? When I take the time to really look at your freckles, I find the path out …

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May 10


Advice by Nancy Schatz Alton “In fact it takes a long time to realize/ your suffering is of very little consequence/ to anyone but you.” –Melissa Stein, from “Seven Minutes in Heaven.” When the suffering comes the entire house sleeps Or it feels like that But the noises tell you otherwise The rain drips from …

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May 07

Not Sleeping


The endings pile up and I lay awake at night and think about faith. Not faith in a specific God, but faith that all will be well enough. That I will let go of the outcomes for my kids and they will fly well enough, fly away from me. My oldest stretches and leans away …

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