the normal progression of youth
maturation reached and celebrated
however
each time she succeeds in losing
her babyhood, I mourn the quiet
passing of my youngest baby
no more:
bottles
toddler clothes
blankies
binkies
no more training wheels
each week steals away pieces
of her and leaves
a girl, a human completely incomplete
and
each week brims with another last first
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
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January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...

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In front of a Paradise Valley Home, many moons ago, a desperate young woman sat in a station wagon with a loaded handgun and a broken heart....
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