Writing Memoir

To chronicle a lifeto extract truthseparate skin from soulin search of essence I try to listento the rhythmsdiagram a blueprint am discombobulated. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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First Place in a Writing Contest

Thank you to the Story Circle Network for accepting my story:  Hoping to Be Missed. I am excited to report that I won first place in the Reflections Personal Essay Contest 2018. To read the story and find out more about the Story Circle Network, click here.

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Oh Baby, I Have Purpose

Baby Whisperer, they call me – some definitions we just slide into, naturally; discovered mine at the age of nine, when my sister, a child herself, gave birth and I, the babysitter, was also born. Ran a school that summer – charged a quarter a week to neighbouring parents, promised to prepare their children for […]

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Absence

Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk, in partial rotation, sits awkwardly, commanding attention, […]

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Dare I Hope?

Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of my life. Dare I respond or is it just the sharp deflection of light on tinfoil meant to keep the scavengers away?

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Sorrow’s Vigil

There is sorrow in the nighttime, when the light of day has faded, and the noise of life subsided, and all the world is slumbering. Then my heart beats with a single lone drum, a heaviness weighing on me, chest punctured with grief, distractions losing their hold. There is sorrow in the nighttime, a deep-seated […]

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Herd or Heard

Society moves en masse, flowing with the tides, propelled by a shared consciousness. Destination unknown; purpose undetermined. We take flight, cling to wings of promise, ignore the stench of destruction. Reaching for the sky; barely hanging on. We land, school together tell tales of adventure document progress avoid reality proponents of diversity; shunning differences All […]

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Four Voices

At the age of four, I moved with my family into a new house that my father had built, on the outskirts of town.¬† The day of our move my mother disappeared, and left to my own devices, I defied my father’s rules about staying out of certain parts of the house and discovered secret […]

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Dear Child

I know a little girl, whose hair in ringlets falls, unkempt from lack of brushing; who stands when she should be sitting; who laughs with defiance when challenged, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief; who holds her chin up high and stamps her feet, arms folded in protest when she does not get her way. […]

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Confrontation or Consolidation?

Long legs and a swift stride partnered with an impulsive nature, and willingness to grasp at change, carry me. Straight lines rarely define my journey – sharp turns, backwards loops, rabbit holes – a labyrinth of sorts. I am independent, a free thinker, outsider, rebel – on the run, moss adverse, never-look-back woman. Until life […]

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