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Jul.13.2010
For some reason I feel blue this morning. I feel like a piece of charcoal that could crumble away and leave only remnants of ash. I’m hesitant to talk about my mood, but I have to acknowledge all of my moods, the positive and the negative. Today: Seven and thirteen, two of my favorite numbers, and...
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Jul.09.2010
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I remember dating a particular guy in my early twenties. I believe he was at least ten years older. He had plans. He was planted firmly. He had a good story about how he paved his path to being a self-employed person in his trade. I was just a play thing, and it was quite short lived. What did I...
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Jul.07.2010
I loved the part of speech class when the instructor had us take an hour, to go find a spot, and sit by ourselves and answer some “big questions:” Who am I, why am I here, etc. By nature I am reflective, but it’s been a while since I’ve sat with and written my responses to these specific questions...
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Jul.04.2010
Selecting a Topic It was challenging for me to come up with a final persuasive topic that I felt passionate about. By nature, I don’t know that I’m a persuader, at least not in a direct way. Mindfulness as a practice was at the forefront of my mind and that is what I submitted as my topic. As we...
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Jun.20.2010
Speech class has felt very much like boot camp. Monday through Thursday from 8:15 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. with two short breaks for three weeks. My boss has been kind enough to support my efforts and so I’m working an afternoon shift for these three weeks. We are already done with week one, and I have...
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Jun.13.2010
More pieces to my puzzle emerge as thoughts fly in—a young girl reading aloud to herself—the backs of shampoo bottles, memorizing, acting the words out with gestures, sometimes in a British English accent. And of Junior high, how this girl and her friends would call other friends and pretend to be...
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Jun.12.2010
I draw close—a bee sipping nectar, an ant drowning in sweetness, pink veins and yellow stamen—each flower, each individual, different—yet a certain sameness that binds. Each, a unique beauty, expressed in a million and one petals falling softly on open palms. http://www.redroom.com/gallery/flowers...
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Jun.08.2010
It’s Wednesday. I like being in the middle of the work week, balancing between Monday and Friday. This last week I felt slightly off balance, though. Before I left home, I crouched down to the lower shelf of the bookcase near the hallway to find a book to take for the BART train ride. I looked,...
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Jun.06.2010
When I woke up Saturday morning, I had the desire to visit the Oakland Zoo, a zoo that I have not been to since I was a little girl. When I drove up to the gate to pay the car parking fee, I felt giddy inside and could not remove the smile from my face. One thing I do appreciate about myself is...
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May.27.2010
My older brother, one of my guardians growing up, seemed to have a preoccupation with perfection. I suppose that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it became annoying at times. It was St. Patrick’s Day—junior high school, seventh grade. I enjoyed home economics and shop classes the best. I had my...
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May.25.2010
Love is two dolphins entwined, held securely in place by their tailfins, bodies enveloped in sun rays, around the stem of a lotus blossom, one growing into the other. Water flows from the top of the blossom, from the mouths of the dolphins, into and out of the two golden chalices below. We are...
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May.23.2010
Already miss the warm wrap of the humid heat, and the mighty Mississippi, miss the sound of the horns, the trot-trot  of the horse and buggy carriage escorting the tourists through the quarter, the smell of gumbo cooking, freshly washed streets of the morning. Short stay, yet managed to walk many...
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May.13.2010
Two swords crossthrough the center ofa lotus blossomFour cranes, paper pinwheelsMoon in LibraSoft green light flowsthe color of peacock feathersmixed with white, fading upinto soft yellow sunshine Two angels suspended from the edgesof the sword’s handles.Two smaller swords,one at top, one at bottom...
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May.11.2010
Here I stand upon the ship, in shorts, a blue and white summer top. White canvas shoes dig into the platform, hold me up, as my hands hoist down the long cotton rope with its many knots. I then lower it, lower it into the deep marigold abyss. The rope snaps,I topple over in slow motion, feel the...
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May.09.2010
Last year’s Book Lover’s page-a-day calendar wasn’t too exciting, but this year’s seems to  have a lot of intriguing titles. I’ve begun to amass not only piles of physical books to be read, but now I have a pile of calendar pages scattered about. Some may never see themselves into my hands. One...
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