Tag Archives: Letting go

A gold pocketwatch that keeps perfect time

Posted on June 28, 2012 by

Am in the middle of Karen Thompson Walker’s The Age of Miracles, and continue to be haunted by something that happens within the first 70 pages or so. The narrator, an 11-year-old girl, visits her grandfather, who believes that he can’t die … Continue reading →

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Dear Diary: My teenage angst now has a body count

Posted on February 2, 2012 by

I keep thinking about the movie Heathers, which I last watched in October, with Shaun. We had had something of a Winona Ryder moviethon. I liked young Winona. Or I wanted to be young Winona, when I was young. Younger. … Continue reading →

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These are not my hands

Posted on January 31, 2012 by

This  is not my hand, though I’ve often said It’s time to let go; it will be OK to Avery, when he is stuck on the monkey bars, and to Aurora, when she is stuck with her hands in a … Continue reading →

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Worry about nothing, as fast as you can

Posted on January 24, 2012 by

I used to worry about everything, but mostly I worried about what people thought about me. And I suppose I still care what people think about me, the way I care about the world ending this year (as in, not … Continue reading →

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What do I have to lose?

Posted on January 18, 2012 by

Sometimes I wonder about the way things turn out, and about paths that lead you where you’re meant to be, and about the decisions you make and the outcome of the decisions you make, and thinking through the possible outcomes … Continue reading →

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