*photo, sally mann
*gone to mrs basil's files
maggie may ethridge july 08
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.H.
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Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
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My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
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"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
i think you'll achieve the understanding if you keep writing like this. amazing poem!
I can feel your pain...so sorry it's still there:( Lean upon those who love you now.
Some things stay with us forever, even as whispers or as glimpses of white ghosts that pass the corners of our eyes, not there when we turn to see.
Jesus, Maggie! I love your writing, but this is absolutely amazing! I have chills, dear. Chills! i don't... wow. I'm leaving you and myself with my speechlessness.
This is beautifully written.
Sally Mann, one of my favorites, I love "Candy Cigarette"
Thank you for reading. I so appreciate it.
This is simply wonderful
This is something that I'll think about for a long time today.
Amazing, as usual, my talented friend!
Totally touching Maggie. Such a wonderful grasp of time and perspective.
Painfully and beautifully expressed. You have a gift and a thirst for knowledge and that's a winning combo.
I always feel so lame saying, "wow, that was great, blah blah blah, but... wow, that was great, blah blah blah.
Captain trust me, that is More Than Enough.
oh honey....
Another beautiful, introspective poem reflecting your unique voice. I revel in these poems that no one else can write, but so many people can relate to. Your willingness to share is a large part of your art, but your poems "live" because of specific detail and your expressive ability. This poem makes me want to reach out and hug you... So hugs, through the air...
I feel inadequate to comment, I know so little about poetry. I love reading your poems though, they give me chills.
That's a breathtaking photo and I love the poem! I wish I had your talents!
This written testament of yours fuses so perfectly with that beautiful photograph. I can not fathom the emotions that are behind all this, but if I, a stranger, may say, you are an amazing woman Maggie May and clearly unbelievably resilient!
When I look at a mother with her child, I am amazed at her courage every single time. How do women do it? I can't think of anything more terrifying! I love children and they seem to fall into conversation with me, but to bear a child, to nurture them, and to live with that fear you speak of, well, I think true mothers are the queens of the world. Mine is just the greatest gift ever!
i am far from understanding too
That picture has me transfixed.
~Mary
This is beautiful. You evoke such a yearning, to know, to understand. We cannot ask more than that of our children and grandchildren. Seeking to understand.
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