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  1. My 17 yr old son just landed his first after school job! So happy for him! #GrowingUp #FirstJob #DayInTheLife

  2. My 17 yr old son just landed his first after school job! So happy for him! #GrowingUp #FirstJob #DayInTheLife

  3. My 17 yr old son just landed his first after school job! So happy for him! #GrowingUp #FirstJob #DayInTheLife

  4. My 17 yr old son just landed his first after school job! So happy for him! #GrowingUp #FirstJob #DayInTheLife

  5. My 17 yr old son just landed his first after school job! So happy for him!

  6. Ape

    Today my daughter walks into the room after banging her head on the floor because our indoor swing tipped backwards.

    She is wearing a towel around her shoulders and strutting like she thinks she is Queen Elizabeth.

    Her hair is a frizzy mess all over her head. Last night’s plait loosely pulled together behind.

    “Mama,” she says, in her most important voice, “What a wonderful day”

    “Certainly is,” I reply.

    “Today I am wearing a ape”

    “An ape?”

    “Yes. Because I am a Queen.”

    “Ah. You mean a cape?”

    “No. Definitely not a cape. I am wearing a ape.”

    Ok girlie. Wear your ape. Enjoy your wonderful day. Isn’t it magical being five?

    Jellyfish and fish by her majesty in an ape. #blogging #childhood #children #family #fiveYearsOld #growingUp #imaginaryPlay #life #love #memories #motherhood #musings #painting #personal #thingsMy5YearOldSays #thoughts #wordpress #writing
  7. Ape

    Today my daughter walks into the room after banging her head on the floor because our indoor swing tipped backwards.

    She is wearing a towel around her shoulders and strutting like she thinks she is Queen Elizabeth.

    Her hair is a frizzy mess all over her head. Last night’s plait loosely pulled together behind.

    “Mama,” she says, in her most important voice, “What a wonderful day”

    “Certainly is,” I reply.

    “Today I am wearing a ape”

    “An ape?”

    “Yes. Because I am a Queen.”

    “Ah. You mean a cape?”

    “No. Definitely not a cape. I am wearing a ape.”

    Ok girlie. Wear your ape. Enjoy your wonderful day. Isn’t it magical being five?

    Jellyfish and fish by her majesty in an ape. #blogging #childhood #children #family #fiveYearsOld #growingUp #imaginaryPlay #life #love #memories #motherhood #musings #painting #personal #thingsMy5YearOldSays #thoughts #wordpress #writing
  8. Ape

    Today my daughter walks into the room after banging her head on the floor because our indoor swing tipped backwards.

    She is wearing a towel around her shoulders and strutting like she thinks she is Queen Elizabeth.

    Her hair is a frizzy mess all over her head. Last night’s plait loosely pulled together behind.

    “Mama,” she says, in her most important voice, “What a wonderful day”

    “Certainly is,” I reply.

    “Today I am wearing a ape”

    “An ape?”

    “Yes. Because I am a Queen.”

    “Ah. You mean a cape?”

    “No. Definitely not a cape. I am wearing a ape.”

    Ok girlie. Wear your ape. Enjoy your wonderful day. Isn’t it magical being five?

    Jellyfish and fish by her majesty in an ape. #blogging #childhood #children #family #fiveYearsOld #growingUp #imaginaryPlay #life #love #memories #motherhood #musings #painting #personal #thingsMy5YearOldSays #thoughts #wordpress #writing
  9. Ape

    Today my daughter walks into the room after banging her head on the floor because our indoor swing tipped backwards.

    She is wearing a towel around her shoulders and strutting like she thinks she is Queen Elizabeth.

    Her hair is a frizzy mess all over her head. Last night’s plait loosely pulled together behind.

    “Mama,” she says, in her most important voice, “What a wonderful day”

    “Certainly is,” I reply.

    “Today I am wearing a ape”

    “An ape?”

    “Yes. Because I am a Queen.”

    “Ah. You mean a cape?”

    “No. Definitely not a cape. I am wearing a ape.”

    Ok girlie. Wear your ape. Enjoy your wonderful day. Isn’t it magical being five?

    Jellyfish and fish by her majesty in an ape. #blogging #childhood #children #family #fiveYearsOld #growingUp #imaginaryPlay #life #love #memories #motherhood #musings #painting #personal #thingsMy5YearOldSays #thoughts #wordpress #writing
  10. A quotation from Terence

    DEMEA: No one has ever plotted out his life’s plan so successfully that he never faces
       New challenges and discoveries brought about by circumstances, the passing of time,
       Or experience itself. Inevitably, you discover you don’t know what you thought you did,
       And the principles we first formed don’t hold up in the face of everyday practice.
     
    [Nunquam ita quisquam bene subducta ratione ad vitam fuit
    Quia res, Ætas usus semper aliquid apportet novi
    Aliquid moneat, ut illa, quæ te scire credas, nescias
    Et, quæ tibi putaris prima, in experiundo ut repudies.]

    Terence (186?-159 BC) African-Roman dramatist [Publius Terentius Afer]
    Adelphoe [Adelphoi; Adelphi; The Brothers], Act 5, sc. 4, l. 855ff (160 BC) [tr. Christenson (2010), Sc. 22]

    More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/terence/85152/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #terence #challenge #challenges #change #changeofmind #circumstance #conduct #control #experience #growingup #ignorance #illumination #maturity #passageoftime #presuppositions #principles #reallife #realitycheck #theories #theory

  11. A quotation from Terence

    DEMEA: No one has ever plotted out his life’s plan so successfully that he never faces
       New challenges and discoveries brought about by circumstances, the passing of time,
       Or experience itself. Inevitably, you discover you don’t know what you thought you did,
       And the principles we first formed don’t hold up in the face of everyday practice.
     
    [Nunquam ita quisquam bene subducta ratione ad vitam fuit
    Quia res, Ætas usus semper aliquid apportet novi
    Aliquid moneat, ut illa, quæ te scire credas, nescias
    Et, quæ tibi putaris prima, in experiundo ut repudies.]

    Terence (186?-159 BC) African-Roman dramatist [Publius Terentius Afer]
    Adelphoe [Adelphoi; Adelphi; The Brothers], Act 5, sc. 4, l. 855ff (160 BC) [tr. Christenson (2010), Sc. 22]

    More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/terence/85152/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #terence #challenge #challenges #change #changeofmind #circumstance #conduct #control #experience #growingup #ignorance #illumination #maturity #passageoftime #presuppositions #principles #reallife #realitycheck #theories #theory

  12. A quotation from Terence

    DEMEA: No one has ever plotted out his life’s plan so successfully that he never faces
       New challenges and discoveries brought about by circumstances, the passing of time,
       Or experience itself. Inevitably, you discover you don’t know what you thought you did,
       And the principles we first formed don’t hold up in the face of everyday practice.
     
    [Nunquam ita quisquam bene subducta ratione ad vitam fuit
    Quia res, Ætas usus semper aliquid apportet novi
    Aliquid moneat, ut illa, quæ te scire credas, nescias
    Et, quæ tibi putaris prima, in experiundo ut repudies.]

    Terence (186?-159 BC) African-Roman dramatist [Publius Terentius Afer]
    Adelphoe [Adelphoi; Adelphi; The Brothers], Act 5, sc. 4, l. 855ff (160 BC) [tr. Christenson (2010), Sc. 22]

    More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/terence/85152/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #terence #challenge #challenges #change #changeofmind #circumstance #conduct #control #experience #growingup #ignorance #illumination #maturity #passageoftime #presuppositions #principles #reallife #realitycheck #theories #theory

  13. A quotation from Terence

    DEMEA: No one has ever plotted out his life’s plan so successfully that he never faces
       New challenges and discoveries brought about by circumstances, the passing of time,
       Or experience itself. Inevitably, you discover you don’t know what you thought you did,
       And the principles we first formed don’t hold up in the face of everyday practice.
     
    [Nunquam ita quisquam bene subducta ratione ad vitam fuit
    Quia res, Ætas usus semper aliquid apportet novi
    Aliquid moneat, ut illa, quæ te scire credas, nescias
    Et, quæ tibi putaris prima, in experiundo ut repudies.]

    Terence (186?-159 BC) African-Roman dramatist [Publius Terentius Afer]
    Adelphoe [Adelphoi; Adelphi; The Brothers], Act 5, sc. 4, l. 855ff (160 BC) [tr. Christenson (2010), Sc. 22]

    More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/terence/85152/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #terence #challenge #challenges #change #changeofmind #circumstance #conduct #control #experience #growingup #ignorance #illumination #maturity #passageoftime #presuppositions #principles #reallife #realitycheck #theories #theory

  14. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    That Old Neighborhood: A Poem About Memory, Change, and Nostalgia

    The stoplight, tall and ivy-wrapped
    beside the solemn intersection
    pierced with headlight spears and glitter.
    The nearby overpass a floating slab
    marked by howling trucks we’d
    dream of buying when we got older.

    Further up by Joe’s house,
    the streetlight dangled an orange crown
    perfect for us to wrestle, throw baseballs
    yell at semis, and occasionally talk
    as if nobody were listening
    when only our dreams were there to speak.

    Down the block was the strip mall,
    a half-empty brown-brick mushroom where
    Mario’s Movies was a red-carpet beacon
    of games, videos, stale candy, and pornography.
    We’d sneak glances of that skin
    before any of us knew how it felt.

    Across Highway 10 a few miles west
    our high school field with rattling bleachers,
    sweaty football lights, and ribbons of moth clouds.
    Prematurely bald Collin would heckle
    the visiting cheerleaders who yelled back:
    “You’re too old-looking to be in high school.”

    Now, two decades done and dead,
    I’m alone and visiting again.
    There is less and less
    magic to those memories
    haunting the same dark nights.
    Still, I walk these streets

    to feel something.

    #blogging #books #growingUp #memory #nostalgia #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #poetryCommunity #writing #writingPoetry
  15. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    That Old Neighborhood: A Poem About Memory, Change, and Nostalgia

    The stoplight, tall and ivy-wrapped
    beside the solemn intersection
    pierced with headlight spears and glitter.
    The nearby overpass a floating slab
    marked by howling trucks we’d
    dream of buying when we got older.

    Further up by Joe’s house,
    the streetlight dangled an orange crown
    perfect for us to wrestle, throw baseballs
    yell at semis, and occasionally talk
    as if nobody were listening
    when only our dreams were there to speak.

    Down the block was the strip mall,
    a half-empty brown-brick mushroom where
    Mario’s Movies was a red-carpet beacon
    of games, videos, stale candy, and pornography.
    We’d sneak glances of that skin
    before any of us knew how it felt.

    Across Highway 10 a few miles west
    our high school field with rattling bleachers,
    sweaty football lights, and ribbons of moth clouds.
    Prematurely bald Collin would heckle
    the visiting cheerleaders who yelled back:
    “You’re too old-looking to be in high school.”

    Now, two decades done and dead,
    I’m alone and visiting again.
    There is less and less
    magic to those memories
    haunting the same dark nights.
    Still, I walk these streets

    to feel something.

    #blogging #books #growingUp #memory #nostalgia #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #poetryCommunity #writing #writingPoetry
  16. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    That Old Neighborhood: A Poem About Memory, Change, and Nostalgia

    The stoplight, tall and ivy-wrapped
    beside the solemn intersection
    pierced with headlight spears and glitter.
    The nearby overpass a floating slab
    marked by howling trucks we’d
    dream of buying when we got older.

    Further up by Joe’s house,
    the streetlight dangled an orange crown
    perfect for us to wrestle, throw baseballs
    yell at semis, and occasionally talk
    as if nobody were listening
    when only our dreams were there to speak.

    Down the block was the strip mall,
    a half-empty brown-brick mushroom where
    Mario’s Movies was a red-carpet beacon
    of games, videos, stale candy, and pornography.
    We’d sneak glances of that skin
    before any of us knew how it felt.

    Across Highway 10 a few miles west
    our high school field with rattling bleachers,
    sweaty football lights, and ribbons of moth clouds.
    Prematurely bald Collin would heckle
    the visiting cheerleaders who yelled back:
    “You’re too old-looking to be in high school.”

    Now, two decades done and dead,
    I’m alone and visiting again.
    There is less and less
    magic to those memories
    haunting the same dark nights.
    Still, I walk these streets

    to feel something.

    #blogging #books #growingUp #memory #nostalgia #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #poetryCommunity #writing #writingPoetry
  17. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    That Old Neighborhood: A Poem About Memory, Change, and Nostalgia

    The stoplight, tall and ivy-wrapped
    beside the solemn intersection
    pierced with headlight spears and glitter.
    The nearby overpass a floating slab
    marked by howling trucks we’d
    dream of buying when we got older.

    Further up by Joe’s house,
    the streetlight dangled an orange crown
    perfect for us to wrestle, throw baseballs
    yell at semis, and occasionally talk
    as if nobody were listening
    when only our dreams were there to speak.

    Down the block was the strip mall,
    a half-empty brown-brick mushroom where
    Mario’s Movies was a red-carpet beacon
    of games, videos, stale candy, and pornography.
    We’d sneak glances of that skin
    before any of us knew how it felt.

    Across Highway 10 a few miles west
    our high school field with rattling bleachers,
    sweaty football lights, and ribbons of moth clouds.
    Prematurely bald Collin would heckle
    the visiting cheerleaders who yelled back:
    “You’re too old-looking to be in high school.”

    Now, two decades done and dead,
    I’m alone and visiting again.
    There is less and less
    magic to those memories
    haunting the same dark nights.
    Still, I walk these streets

    to feel something.

    #writing #books #patrickWMarsh #growingUp #nostalgia #poems #Poetry #memory #blogging #poem #poetryCommunity #writingPoetry
  18. This morning's conversation in the car is brought to you by almost-14yo's question "How do you ask somebody out?"

    Lordy lordy, here we go. 😣😆

    #8thGraderLife
    #GrowingUp
    #TeensToday
    #ParentProblems?
    #parenting

  19. This morning's conversation in the car is brought to you by almost-14yo's question "How do you ask somebody out?"

    Lordy lordy, here we go. 😣😆

    #8thGraderLife
    #GrowingUp
    #TeensToday
    #ParentProblems?
    #parenting

  20. This morning's conversation in the car is brought to you by almost-14yo's question "How do you ask somebody out?"

    Lordy lordy, here we go. 😣😆

    #8thGraderLife
    #GrowingUp
    #TeensToday
    #ParentProblems?
    #parenting

  21. This morning's conversation in the car is brought to you by almost-14yo's question "How do you ask somebody out?"

    Lordy lordy, here we go. 😣😆

    #8thGraderLife
    #GrowingUp
    #TeensToday
    #ParentProblems?
    #parenting

  22. This morning's conversation in the car is brought to you by almost-14yo's question "How do you ask somebody out?"

    Lordy lordy, here we go. 😣😆

    #8thGraderLife
    #GrowingUp
    #TeensToday
    #ParentProblems?
    #parenting

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  24. I walk, or: Carrying less

    A Sijo

    sandals, Middle Eastern tan lines
    earbuds playing Billy Joel;
    the old words sound and sound right
    yet their teenage listener has blurred;
    midlife's now loosening its grip
    I walk on, carrying less

    Sijo?

    A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.

    Let’s write poetry together!

    When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

    Ben Harper (b. 1969)

    Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

    #BillyJoel #GrowingUp #Immigration #LettingGo #Memories #MiddleAge #Music #Nostalgia #Poem #Poetry #Sijo
  25. I walk, or: Carrying less

    A Sijo

    sandals, Middle Eastern tan lines
    earbuds playing Billy Joel;
    the old words sound and sound right
    yet their teenage listener has blurred;
    midlife's now loosening its grip
    I walk on, carrying less

    Sijo?

    A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.

    Let’s write poetry together!

    When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

    Ben Harper (b. 1969)

    Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

    #BillyJoel #GrowingUp #Immigration #LettingGo #Memories #MiddleAge #Music #Nostalgia #Poem #Poetry #Sijo
  26. I walk, or: Carrying less

    A Sijo

    sandals, Middle Eastern tan lines
    earbuds playing Billy Joel;
    the old words sound and sound right
    yet their teenage listener has blurred;
    midlife's now loosening its grip
    I walk on, carrying less

    Sijo?

    A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar to a caesura, though the break need not be metrical. The first half of the line contains six to nine syllables; the second half should contain no fewer than five. Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure. Modern sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.

    Let’s write poetry together!

    When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

    Ben Harper (b. 1969)

    Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

    #BillyJoel #GrowingUp #Immigration #LettingGo #Memories #MiddleAge #Music #Nostalgia #Poem #Poetry #Sijo