Seeing is enough some of the time, but when you can, get into the painting, get all the way into it. Witness all the different colors, all the lines, all the light. Feel it under your feet. Feel it on your skin. Breathe it in. Transform within it. Transform with it!
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I wanted a third baby.
Yes! Let me fall into the space of tender infancy. Yes! Let me bud in pre-natal, bloom in birth, and nest in post-natal. Yes! Let me do bett...
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She pulls her index and middle fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue between them. "What does this mean?" Mom asks, frighte...
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I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ...
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She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...
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