Linda Scribbles

Chugging along, like the little train that could

Tag: Grief

  • On the cusp of change

    Or hopefully I am, anyway.  (Thirty-three has yet to take me out! Would you look at that!) The recent efforts toward change in my life have made me reflective, the hour a strange kind of nostalgic for the almosts and life events missed. I’m thinking about all the ways I held back or was held…

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  • In which the rabbits are rather serious

    This is a draft I half started at the beginning of December and got too busy to finish. I’m continuing now. Fair warning: this is an absolute mess. I’m at work desperately trying to keep my brain on task rather than chasing all the thought rabbits there ever were. I’m hard pressed to feel motivated…

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  • In which we breathe

    What do you say to things like this, this thing in Newtown, CT?  There’s a lot you want to say, but the words just don’t seem strong enough.  You take slow, shallow breaths. while you process the event, the numbers.  Your heart breaks.  Twenty-eight dead, twenty children.  Just for the human connection it breaks.  And…

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