from first kiss to family of four

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We only spent one winter together, but I still feel you in my bones like how one might feel the wind through an opened door.

We only spent one winter together, but I still feel you in my bones like how one might feel the wind through an opened door.

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"More than 20 years later, I bring my son to the same place and the place starts to shift, the memory of it. It’s no longer about boys who have kissed me; it’s about a boy who I’ve birthed into this world." From my post on place, memory, and childhood (link in profile)

"More than 20 years later, I bring my son to the same place and the place starts to shift, the memory of it. It’s no longer about boys who have kissed me; it’s about a boy who I’ve birthed into this world." From my post on place, memory, and childhood (link in profile)

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"It was as if the universe was trying to tell us something. He was always there, showing up when I least expected it—for almost ten years this was the way the world worked for us. I came to depend on it, an electric feeling that shot through me every time it did. I thrived on that rush. And then the universe gave up on us; or we gave up on it, on each other. I’m not sure. It just stopped happening." #amwriting #amediting #chapter5 #memoir

"It was as if the universe was trying to tell us something. He was always there, showing up when I least expected it—for almost ten years this was the way the world worked for us. I came to depend on it, an electric feeling that shot through me every time it did. I thrived on that rush. And then the universe gave up on us; or we gave up on it, on each other. I’m not sure. It just stopped happening." #amwriting #amediting #chapter5 #memoir

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I was the fish. You were the fisherman. You caught me in your net, my body flapping, out of water, out of place. You held me in your hands, looked me in the eye — deep down to my bones —- then let me go. #badpoetryseptember (at Lincoln Park Zoo)

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I got this lightbulb tattoo on my inner right ankle on my 30th birthday. Designed my friend @daveselden in 1998, it was the printer’s logo on my self-published, self-made chapbook of poems that was my honors thesis. I waited eight years to get it — all because of something my dad once said in an aloof moment: “Fine, if you still want a tattoo when you’re 30, I guess I’d be okay with it.” I thought he made a good point, so I did wait. On my 30th birthday, I got this tattoo and then bought my wedding dress. Posts about this day, the day my husband proposed and more on FIRST PAGE LAST (www.firstpagelast.com).

I got this lightbulb tattoo on my inner right ankle on my 30th birthday. Designed my friend @daveselden in 1998, it was the printer’s logo on my self-published, self-made chapbook of poems that was my honors thesis. I waited eight years to get it — all because of something my dad once said in an aloof moment: “Fine, if you still want a tattoo when you’re 30, I guess I’d be okay with it.” I thought he made a good point, so I did wait. On my 30th birthday, I got this tattoo and then bought my wedding dress. Posts about this day, the day my husband proposed and more on FIRST PAGE LAST (www.firstpagelast.com).

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#amwriting again this morning. Just wrote about prom night 1992. “We are fully clothed, but — this close — I can feel his heart beating, ta dum, ta dum, ta dum. His heart like a toy drum.” This chapter is coming together, and I am hopeful that tomorrow I can post that it’s completed. Thanks to @adonnrowley for the #camwow recommendation.

#amwriting again this morning. Just wrote about prom night 1992. “We are fully clothed, but — this close — I can feel his heart beating, ta dum, ta dum, ta dum. His heart like a toy drum.” This chapter is coming together, and I am hopeful that tomorrow I can post that it’s completed. Thanks to @adonnrowley for the #camwow recommendation.

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Blue sky like your eyes/the man in the car next to me/wears his hat like you did/those years I knew you/the heat of The Edens/the end of August/the skyline of the city sprawled out like the accordion in my soul/glass windows between us/a leather seat/his eyes/how I can’t see them through his Ray Bans but oh/how much I wish they were yours. #poem

Blue sky like your eyes/the man in the car next to me/wears his hat like you did/those years I knew you/the heat of The Edens/the end of August/the skyline of the city sprawled out like the accordion in my soul/glass windows between us/a leather seat/his eyes/how I can’t see them through his Ray Bans but oh/how much I wish they were yours. #poem

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Morning edits in my nightgown. Tense. The different between past and present. How to tell a story, a scene. Changes. How the story changes in a new tense. How words mingle on the page. Music. It’s so hard to make each sentence in. 60+K memoir sound like a poem. The poet in me wants to chop this whole thing into song. #amwriting #amediting #vscocam #poetry

Morning edits in my nightgown. Tense. The different between past and present. How to tell a story, a scene. Changes. How the story changes in a new tense. How words mingle on the page. Music. It’s so hard to make each sentence in. 60+K memoir sound like a poem. The poet in me wants to chop this whole thing into song. #amwriting #amediting #vscocam #poetry

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Chapter 3 revisions. 1992-93. High school. 16. First love. First loss. This chapter needs a lot of work. #amwriting

Chapter 3 revisions. 1992-93. High school. 16. First love. First loss. This chapter needs a lot of work. #amwriting

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