Category Archives: the weather

jesus died for you and other sentences that don’t mean anything

“i’ve heard so many teachings on why he had to die, but it never seems to stick in my head.” i’m looking out at the frozen neighborhood. sentences can freeze and crack, too. the meaning they once held is nowhere … Continue reading

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when it doesn’t snow

i’m walking across the wooden floor and grime comes with me.  there is dirt under my red slippers.  boots, kicked off on a towel also dirty, lay on their side with mud caked on. there is no snow to play … Continue reading

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the truth doesn’t like to be quiet

abe lincoln said that by age 40 we all get the face we deserve. and yes, youth certainly covers a multitude of sins.  a bit like the chlorophyll that colors the new green of spring and the lush of summer. … Continue reading

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it makes a change

it’s good to see the water moving. to see water carrying sunlight and twigs under small bridges.  it’s good for nature to prove that frozen water thaws into spring. that sun will shine down through bird song once again this … Continue reading

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the perseverance of snow

small at the start.  the snow is falling and i watch from the house.  it barely dusts the yellow slide in the yard.  i doubt it’s ability to accumulate. but my doubt has little to do with what is or … Continue reading

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dangerous motherhood

the sky is grey and still we drive towards the shore. “i think it’s starting to rain.  are you guys sure you want to go?” “mom.  it’s the beach.”  he tells me deadpan. “we are wearing bathing suits.  they can … Continue reading

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just this

when the rain starts and the sheer curtain blows away from the open window, i don’t mind.  i see a picture of my frantic self running from open window to open window shutting out the storm. the thunder rumbles and … Continue reading

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