Category Archives: mother

Monday Morning in Poolesville, Maryland

I drive into the local Tractor Supply parking lot, windows down, McDonald’s large nonfat latte in hand, and am one of a few cars and supply trucks here on this early morning. I pick my usual spot with the sun … Continue reading

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my child

Your eyes, half-hidden  under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder. 

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understanding

Hold my hand so that we may move in ways that are unknown and difficult to comprehend.

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becoming

I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.

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Warrior Woman by Peter Gaumond

No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.

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Where I’m From by Christopher Gaumond

I am from glistening water falling though the sieve. tall snowmen from shining green hostas crab apple trees, birches, oaks, elms, and occasional ashes and pines I am from Buffalo wings potato soup with bacon, cheese and onions, ham and … Continue reading

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My Mom by Christopher Gaumond

If my Mom were a shape she would be a Myriagon because her personality seems round at first, but she really has a thousand sides. If my Mom were a weather condition she would be a meteor because she suddenly … Continue reading

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