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Groovy Trails

Reflections on the groovy trails we travel shared by a scribey motorcycle chick

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txwriterchick

Lessons

When a loved one dies, we feel the emptiness and mourn the loss, but we also have a duty to celebrate that person’s life and how they affected others’ lives, including our own.

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Riding a Bike

There is a whole city of paved paths out there! They’re like a labyrinth of activity potential.

Dear Kids, When I fail…

This is one that falls under the “I didn’t write this but I wish I had” category. Poignant, gets you in the heart, and uses the words we think every day from the day they are born but don’t always say, or know how to say.

WONDEROAK

Dear kids,

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I see that you’ve grown over night. Your face is more defined, your eyes look older. A part of me is excited and in awe; I know you have so much ahead of you. Another part is scared because time is racing and I can’t slow it down. I’m afraid that I haven’t always been awake and noticing, and that somehow I have slept through the magic of your growing. I wonder, have I enjoyed you enough? Have I given you what you needed? Is your heart still whole? Is your spirit unbroken?

I’m not always good at this. I’m not always as good as I want to be at being your mom. I want to be great; and sometimes I am, but sometimes I’m not.

Sometimes I get it, and sometimes I don’t.

Sometimes I do it right, and sometimes I completely miss it.

Everyday…

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