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Tag Archives: family
decor -August 10
8.10 the tuscan wall attracts me to it. pictures of family, grammy and the grumpa of name I never knew but came from. mom at age three, brides, rahab, our marital hat. echoes and tokens of lives still vibrant in … Continue reading
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Tagged decor, family, feeding, history, Interior design, memory image, nourishment, pictures, roots, souls
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four poster – July 30
7.30 four poster. tall, finialed emblem of life and love through our years. we brought the children forth upon you, told stories, snuggled. and now I smile when I see you decked in mismatched pillows of our … Continue reading
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Tagged bed, ease, embodiment, family, four poster, grace, joy, love, marriage, memory, sacrament, time, together
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moving furniture – July 22
7.22 moving furniture until it’s clear it doesn’t fit. damn. thought we were done and now the pieces waddle and widdle, fiddle and faddle. we go out to drown our sorrows at the Dairy Queen, and the queen of … Continue reading
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Tagged archetypes, Dairy Queen, family, furniture, houses, image, marriage, moves, Opposing Views, relationships, souls
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he’s washing the dishes – June 16
6.16 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, changes, cultures, dad, Dishwashing, family, father, Father's Day, For Wilbur, growth, love, mom
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family gathering – May 26
5.26 family gathering, brothers, sisters hangers on. I slip my hand under the tinfoil just to see, and oops, a bit of frosting seems to have stuck to me. I must lick that off, otherwise I might mess someone … Continue reading
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Tagged family, family gathering, fun, funny, Holidays, Memorial Day
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emptying nest – April 25
4.25 Houses in dreams are our soul selves images of emotion, hope, fear, projection, insight. On this day that our youngest makes his step-out college choice, demolition begins in the kitchen soul center of our actual house. He … Continue reading
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Tagged center, coincidence, demolition, Dream, empty nest, family, God, Hearing, home, houses, leaving home, off to college, renovation, selves, Social Sciences, sons, soul selves, souls, spirituality
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he’s washing the dishes – April 23
4.21 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading
bad dog – April 9
4.9 Bad dog. The baleful head, already lowering, turns a sideways eye up to my accusation, and then ever so softly and gently, lets the missing half of my salmon ‘n cheese sandwich drop to the floor. It must … Continue reading
in the coulee – April 2
4.2 Train line end, four miles past. Mud road flat, so flat forever, wind blowing hard like damnation coming across plains rather than welcome. But it was to be home. Work the land five year, and it is yours. … Continue reading
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Tagged America, ancestors, coulee, czech, desperation, dreams, family, immigrant dreams, immigrants, north dakota, story, survival, the land
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