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Mother's Day Crocuses: Is Unconditional Love a Myth? Today my child brought me a mother's day balloon and some gifts and my ex-husband took me out for one of our typical photo shoots in the great outdoors. I found some new ways to shoot a perennial favorite, the arctic crocus. As we were driving past Mt. Lorne, the snow drifting off the peak was making a shockingly white funnel of powder  500 + ft high against the moody cloud behind. (Of course  by the time we stopped and found a good, safe place to shoot, the effect was gone and neither of us got a picture of it.) We remarked that Mother nature could always be counted on to bedazzle and am

Duet Speaker:  I asked you to make me over, Into a replica of you. I didn't like myself, Liar, liar, what is true. Too many years of complicated, conflicted choices, That brought no satisfaction at all. Why did I think I needed to lie to you? You asked me to make you over into a replica of me Only when I had succeeded Did I finally see. You loved me honestly. Just wanted to put your hand in mine And say look at us, we're a pair. Why did I think, We needed more than that? Where do we go from here now? I have worn your truth, You have worn my pain. Is it too late too put my hand in yours, And just be myself? Sweet heart, y

Sent a children's story to an agent today. Boy do I feel smart. And the good part is this bunch don't do rejection letters. So if I don't hear "Yes yes yes we love your work we will represent you to Scholastic!" at least I won't hear, "NO you suck!" After a prescribed number of weeks I am just automatically given permission to submit elsewhere. Some people might like that definitive 'no', but I don't so here's to my literary baby. You go "One Time I Had This Stupid Trauma"!!! go make Momma proud and if not I'll self publish you, so don't get your Title page in bunch.