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What's BeyondBeyond these mountain ridges I see
The forest's edge and the tallest tree,
Running moose and herded cows,
Little sparrows on tree boughs.
Beyond these prairie meadows I see
Wild horses running free,
Prairie dogs surfacing here and there,
Little fawns prancing everywhere.
Beyond these arctic dunes I see
Whales splashing around with glee,
Penguins waddling to the ice berg's peak,
Polar bears hunting what they seek.
Beyond this glass mirror I see
Someone staring back at me,
She's lively, fun, sympathetic, and kind,
So why is she so hard to find?
Too Innocent For ComfortShe smiles as a seven-year old
Doing everything she's told.
She gets good grades, like her brother.
Impressing her friends, her father, her mother.
She shares her toys and makes her bed.
And eats everything she is fed.
But now she smiles as a twenty-year old
Doing everything she's told.
Giving the boys what they desire,
Saying she's fine and becoming a liar.
So here she is, crying on her cot
Being everything she's not.
And She CriedIt only recently happened. It changes everybody and gives everyone a new head start. Its challenging, frustrating, and brutal, but will be one of the most significant 4 years of your life.
Theyve been best friends since they were senseless toddlers who lived across the street from one another. They had sleepovers, play-dates, and birthdays. They shared germs, toys, and memories. He was her best friend, and she was his.
She recalls that one time when they were going to have a sleepover on a warm, summer night. Her mother helped her cross the street over to his house. The mothers chatted, oblivious to the two children. He grabbed his stuff and she beckoned him. They both began to run across the street and suddenly, a car flew past, inches from scratching their noses. The mothers gasped the two in their arms, screaming while crying.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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