• "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" --Mary Oliver

  • Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It's the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs, and the little voice inside you the yells, "can't!" But you don't listen; you just push harder and then you hear the voice whisper "can" and you realize the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006


Oh look at her, she is really growing up. You're making me tear up too dammit. I really hope she enjoys her year at school. Those years were my favourite school memories, having not a care in the world. I wish I could go back there sometimes, it was so much easier.

she is a cute puddin pop. and something about little kid wearing their backpacks that I find so adorable. Probably b/c the bags are as big as they are.

I have to say that the love I feel for Evan scares me a bit. It seems so powerful. He has been here a week and I feel like if anything were to happen to him, I would die. Now I know what mothers are talking about!

I call Emily my external soul. All of me, out there, walking around. But not me.

It is an amazing thing, these children of ours.

You nailed the feeling -- the heart walking around inside your body. I understand now how my parents were so protective of my brother and I even when we were teens and wanted independence. We were still their kids! A piece of them!

Viola looks so adorable. And grown up. Wow.

I meant "outside your body" of course. (if it walked inside it might be painful.)

Beautiful- both your words and your sweet girl.

Your writing is lovely (as is your little girl)!

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