Tag: life
member name: Janna O'Donnell
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April 28, 2007 07:51 AM EDT --
He was my favorite uncle, a big strong man who worked selling tires at Montgomery Ward so that his wife and three daughters could have a nice house and clothes. He love to cook out on his grill—hamburgers . . .
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October 06, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
The constant creaking that attended
her last years is lost to me.
I was two--
maybe a few months over--
when the motion stopped.
But I have pictures of a little me on
her legs in a rocking chair . . .
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January 31, 2007 06:06 AM EST --
Now that happiness had come to me, I was grimly determined to trust. I'd been burned before but the only way to get lifegiving warmth was to come near to the fire. Time after time, . . .
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February 10, 2007 02:51 PM EST --
I used to be someone
I used to be something
before I became invisible.
I hold cardboard torn from a box
that I found behind a grocery store.
On it I write the shorthand of my story
because . . .
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May 05, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
Life seems like a series of collisions.
Pigeon with window.
Dish with floor.
Random molecules
Bouncing in some crazy
Spastic dance
Each action
Sets off a chain
Of blind consequences. . . .
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May 10, 2007 10:14 PM EDT --
My awesome husband, through some pretty fancy footwork, has arranged a trip to Europe for our 10th anniversary. My parents will be watching the 4 children (brave aren't they?) while he whisks . . .
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January 05, 2008 09:53 PM EST --
On the top of the ridge
Royal palms stand in a row
Dark silhouettes cut into the blue sky.
Below in the flat fields
Cane arrows raise golden heads to the sun
And wave slender . . .
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February 06, 2007 10:31 AM EST --
My daughter amazes me with her confidence. Not long ago, we attended a jungle themed birthday party for one of my 5 year old daughter's friends. They hired a lady to paint the kids faces . . .
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April 03, 2007 10:33 AM EDT --
We walk together
After the storm
You raise cloudy diamonds
From puddles.
Under the trees
A carpet of broken blossoms
Catches your eye.
You run to fill
Small fists.
I think you want to keep
You . . .
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May 11, 2007 09:59 PM EDT --
Time (is) longer than twine. --Bajan proverb
The waves go in and out
pulling and pushing
bits of coral.
Bones of the island.
It has always been this way
since this island began
with the . . .
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January 17, 2007 11:13 AM EST --
In my own mind, I had been "damaged goods" for much of my childhood, all of my teen and all of my adult years and those thoughts had controlled my actions and expectations. It was a habit, . . .
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January 19, 2007 01:59 PM EST --
Sometimes you wait years for prayers to be answers and other times you feel like you have a hotline to heaven. This was a hotline time. My friends began to urge me to go back . . .
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January 20, 2007 07:21 PM EST --
I had promised myself after the my relationship with Mr. Oh-so-wrong, that I would take a long time getting to know someone before I ever got married. I wanted to be sure that whoever I chose wouldn't . . .
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March 10, 2007 08:43 AM EST --
I don’t know how I could have been so stupid. I guess I was tired and ready to be home. That’s the best I can come up with when I turn the whole sorry series of events over in my . . .
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April 09, 2007 03:44 PM EDT --
It was prom night and I wasn’t exactly dressed for it. Instead of catching a limo with my friends, I was going to work at Sonic--my usual after school closing shift. How many high school dreams . . .
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August 21, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
That April evening
I remember the murmur of the radio
And of my mother’s voice
Slipping in through the crack
Between the door and wall and
One thin arrow of light
That spread to a weak wedge . . .
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December 07, 2006 02:26 PM EST --
Sometimes I hesitate to send things out to friends about my younger son because even though I want to share things about him, I don't think most people would understand. At first it . . .
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January 16, 2007 01:14 PM EST --
I never thought I deserved to be happy. Well maybe a little happy, but not a lot. There is something about being molested as a child that leaves you with an invisible stain. You . . .
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January 22, 2007 08:12 PM EST --
A cousin's son had been constantly in trouble from the time he entered kindergarten. He was having difficulty in reading even though he was obviously smart. His teachers recommended . . .
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May 20, 2007 11:14 AM EDT --
I am a mender
A joiner
A collector of memories.
I see
Small grubby hands holding a melting popsicle,
Shiny blue nylon basketball shorts,
The crumbs of crushed dead leaves after a giddy dance, . . .
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