what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
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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"Poetry has nothing to do with poetry. Poetry is how the air goes green before thunder. Is the sound you make when you come, and why you live and how you bleed, and The sound you make or don't make when you die."- Gwendolyn MacEwen
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"Her looks fading, the vain Lispector became increasingly reclusive and demanding. Addicted to cigarettes and sleeping pills, she exhibited erratic and sometimes imperious behavior. She would call friends in the middle of the night and flee dinner parties for little apparent reason. She had a reputation for being a liar."-<em>NYT on Clarice Lispector
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
Nice photo......wow...Lola as a wee little baby..cute!
You look so happy...
a friend is a friend is a friend, right? it's all good. it's all real.
Happiness. It just looks like happiness captured and held. Lovely.
Thank you, Maggie. Thank you --
Love all those smiles and the silliness in this pic...
oh, wonderful... what warm feelings this photo arises.
oh, amen to this , Maggie.
absolutely.
and to Elizabeth. that smile says so much.
and the comment above was from deb @ talk at the table. I think I'm signed into my daughter's acct and the computer is misbehaving.
What a blessing our online friends are.
Love you, Maggie.
That pic is great. Everyone looks so happy.
Love that friendship buzz.
Speaking of which, I'm doing an Inky Letter Movement this week over @ my blog & would love to send you a letter, old fashioned style, via the post.
(My daughters & I made stacks of homemade rubber stamped cards that are itching to wing away to blog friends...)
Good times.
Fun pic!
Love this. Have met both of you wonderful women....and kids. Whimsical and full of joy....
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