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Continue reading →: One Day, When It’s Our TurnOne day, when it’s our turn, we’ll dance the night away. Right there on the street like a couple of young people at the start of their adventure, we’ll dance and laugh and drink. They’ll mistake us for newlyweds, giddy and giggling, lost in places unfamiliar, tasting and smelling and…
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Continue reading →: In the Midst of ItI let out a laugh when I heard that the storm was coming this week, a tropical storm named Kristine. Of course she’s coming now, the same week my husband is in the hospital. Of course she and I have the same name. I’m now in a literal and figurative…
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Continue reading →: SabotageThis is terrible. Everything is terrible. Every single sentence I am stringing together is just downright abhorrent. I have written, deleted, edited and re-written this post so many times that I’m getting whiplash. What I’m trying to do is write about a thing I do every single time I seem…
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Continue reading →: GhostlyI used to think of waiting as a kind of suspended animation. Every so often and against my will, I find myself in a space where my heart is slowed to a whisper; all my biological functions reduced to imperceptible movement. I am asked to wait for something or someone,…
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Continue reading →: Minding the Mundane (So We Don’t Miss Anything)It’s a beautiful, sunny day on the beach. I can hear peals of laughter in the distance, and I tilt my head up to feel the warmth of the sun on my face. The air smells salty, my skin slick with sweat and SPF 50. Nothing is waiting for me,…
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Continue reading →: The MalignancyMy husband handed me the piece of paper that had the results. I read the words over and over again, not quite absorbing them fully. The doctor saying I’ve got bad news didn’t quite hit me at first either. It was like someone said I have two shoes. It was…
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Continue reading →: SwellSitting in this dark hospital room, waiting for sleep to come, I’m awash in blue light and even bluer feelings. I don’t know what it is about change, or a break in my routine, but it always brings me down so low. Maybe I just miss my kids, or maybe…
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Continue reading →: Made From the StarsWork hard so you deserve it. This is the world’s concept of Rest. Earn more so you can sleep better. Acquire everything so you can be at peace. The way it’s presented to us, rest seems so noisy, so full of stuff. You can’t rest without this expensive orthopedic pillow.…
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Continue reading →: Head In the Clouds, Feet On the GroundAs a child, daydreams were such wonderful getaways. I looked forward to boring classes because it meant I could escape into my utopian dreams where none of my love was unrequited and my curly hair was never a frizzy mess. I fantasized about my dream house and my dream life…
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Continue reading →: In This Moment of Uncertainty“In my dream, daddy had cancer and he died.” This is what our 10-year-old son whimpered to us a few days ago. He woke up feeling really disturbed and sad because of this dream of his. All we could do was comfort him and tell him that his dad is…
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I’m Kris
Wife to an amazing man and mother to two crazy kids I would burn the whole world down for. I love to write, and so I write. I also love to draw, but I’m not very good at it. I do real estate and own a business. It’s a lot. And it’s a mess, sorry I didn’t have time to fix up. Come in, but watch your step! There’s probably some spilled snacks on the floor. And some Legos. But that’s okay, the couch is cozy and the coffee is hot. Let’s make chika!
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