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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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Continue reading →: Will I Ever Feel Safe Again?It was a sunny summer’s day and I was lazing around at home, as all 15-year-olds are won’t to do. The doorbell rang, and I begrudgingly stood up to answer it. On our doorstep stood a man in a white polo barong, asking if my parents were home. They’re at…
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Continue reading →: Purposeful Uncertainty
I need to get to the bottom of something. It’s an age-old mystery that every human has to solve for themselves, and I would put it up there with the question “what is love?” It beffudles and confounds and it halts a lot, if not most, people in their tracks.…
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Continue reading →: MagicalThere we were, two boisterous warriors using all of our strength to fight against our invisible Goliath. The setting sun shone on our faces, golden and pink and promising to return another day, as we yelled made-up spells to increase our energy as we pushed back on the force field…
Hello,
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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