Category Archives: Family

My Bright Summer Made Winter by My Discontent

Posted on July 9, 2013 by randomyriad

Last summer I was working 2 jobs, volunteering at the hospital so I could get into a training program for physical therapist assistant, and trying to keep my marriage together. I have not had a real vacation in, well, since … Continue reading →

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Pieces of my date book journal experiment of last summer. June 2012 I have no idea how to write in this small space, but I am sure something will occur to me.   I talked with a man today about … Continue reading →

Posted on March 3, 2013 by randomyriad | Leave a comment

May Travels Like a Poem Through Me/ Journal Entries from May 2012: Part 1

Posted on December 19, 2012 by randomyriad

5/1 Dream Scenes: I I skateboard up the hill past families slowly walking up in the twilight from the Van’s market car-less parking lot where two ghost, one tall and one small, stand faintly glowing. A thin, brown faced woman … Continue reading →

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April Thoughts: A Dream, Some Commentary, and A Poem

Posted on December 10, 2012 by randomyriad

4/27/12 Dream: I am the head of a family in which everyone is running for president. I am trying to lead them in ways of wisdom. “In the next few minutes there will be a wasp trapped in a spider’s … Continue reading →

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Work in Progress #4: Failure of Memory

Posted on November 5, 2012 by randomyriad

My friend stirs her drink some more, staring at the straw blankly. “They got us to Switzerland in ’39. I was 7 years old,” she says still looking at the straw. “My sister says by that time I was accompanying … Continue reading →

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