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Unfathomable Fields
Yes, I love the city- you know that about me. I’ve been captivated by the unique beauty of all those people, and all that movement, and all the sweeping, churning life of the city for years. But I do...
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The Bread Maker
I don’t want to forget, 10pm, standing at the kitchen island, in this house on the corner in this little town miles outside of the city. Too hot for fleece sweats, warm night air blows through the...
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The Pulse of Community
There’s a miniature binder that we pass at church, every week. They give titles, special names to all such things, and ours is called the Community Binder, in which are recorded names of attendees;...
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A Boat with a View
I have a picture of the exact scene. The shot slightly blurry, the Chicago skyline is highlighted against the backdrop of dark night sky. The faint lightening- some call it light pollution- of so many...
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A Wordless Thank You
The graduation’s over- at least the programmed part. The twelve tiny graduates have already walked down the aisle, to the soundtrack of a Youtubed Pomp and Circumstance, and the click and flash of tens...
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This is Summer: Season Four {#1}
“You guys grew up here,” The father nods at the lake. I know, I tell him. ~Natalia
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This is Summer: Season Four {#3}
“A dangerous lake,” But yet, here we are again; Living on the edge. ~Natalia
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Arms Lengths Away
Please stay two arms-lengths away from the art! Her rebuke cuts the air, rising above the appreciative hum of the art connoisseurs around us. The only ones remotely close to her, we look up from where...
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This is Summer: Season Four {#5}
And this was WOW Camp; Hard workers and loving hearts, And those precious kids. ~Natalia
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Proud of This
Under us, the concrete is warm, still retaining, exuding, the day’s heat. There are several tiers, like giant steps, leading from lakeside to grass, yards above us, behind us. Earlier, I snaked my car...
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This is Where I Want to Be
It’s been a rather quiet several months on here, at Leadmewhere.com. It’s not been an accident, really. And truly, there has been much to live. January, February, March brought student teaching in a...
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Purpose in a Parking Lot
What are you looking at? She asks, and in the window’s reflection, I watch her turn towards me. That parking lot. I tell her, shortly. Quiet falls over the car then, once more. The CD continues to...
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A Corner Greeting
It’s the backpacks I notice first. Blue, bright, still crisp with the new-year creases of fresh bookbags. They’re not fancy, not embellished with superheroes or elaborate patterns. Rather, as I wait at...
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Last One
First to bed, it’s on Last to bed, turn the shell off I’m always the last. ~Natalia
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The First 24
A birthday surprise Cozy restaurant, leaves fall Bright light, the icing ~Natalia
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Kitchen View
Home right now, Evenings right now, Are the couch in the living room. Candles, Christmas lights lit, Grading, planning on my lap. Watching this sweet one bake, My own playlist blending With the...
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Growing Up
I actually predicted this, months ago. In the late August heat, moving quickly, almost randomly, from classroom cleaning, decorating, planning, meetings, and back to cleaning once more. Sometime,...
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Kind
Be kind with your words. Be generous with your kindness. It just might be the encouragement, the lifeline, the kindness that someone else most needs. {And with these sweet words from a parent, I...
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Seeds
I shift in my seat, leaning against the high plush back of the worn swivel chair. Across the room, she’s tucked into one of the twin orange arm chairs. The white board, draped in Christmas lights, the...
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That’s Nothing
We made the cake the night before. 1am driving home from bonfire conversations under the stars, my phone buzzes in my lap. Where are you? Tam asks, hinting at the hours I know she’s already spent...
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