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a matter of habit
Empathy
I get worried that this piece might be an exercise in guilt-tripping bystanders when tragedy strikes. But, it depends on how I approach it. I remember when I researched what I should expect, needing to cover every prospect of that certainty of losing Ivy at any moment. I wanted to be prepared for my own…
Where listening lives
This week I plan to make a listening stick with my children. I don’t mean to only use it with them. It’s something I need for myself, when I need to pray or have some reflective time. What I will do is take the children on a nature walk, and ask them to find the…
On my knees
The voice I say I don’t have gets too much airplay The ears I do have? Just painted on. Twenty years since I lay in bed listening. Your mouth moves but I only hear the track in my head. My needs scream, my energy penetrates my desires demand, my desperation radiates. When I hear you…
