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Outbursts of introspection as I attempt to answer: "Who am I now?"

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Holy kisses

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Last night, we began watching Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland” while eating our pizza, knowing Skye would only enjoy the fir...
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Burning the Misplaced Pieces of the Past

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Not long after Mark and I were engaged, I began to think about our love story, the one we would tell our children. We would share details th...
Friday, January 4, 2013

Back to Some Beginning

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Stross declared his desire to participate in No Shave November using no uncertain terms; nothing I said convinced him to change his mind nor...
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Friday, October 12, 2012

All in Due Time

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I am weak. Ready-to-cry-at-a-minute, afraid-of-the-future, not-able-to-contemplate-scary-outcomes-without-some-worst-case-scenario-planning ...
Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Missing the Point of Fire Point

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As the days of this year have grown colder and filled with fewer hours of daylight, I have felt an undeniable pull to Northeast Iowa, partic...
Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Independence Paradox

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Walking past my neighbor's home today I stopped to say "hi," because I had not done it in a few days. Mrs. F, a new widow, is ...
Saturday, September 22, 2012

Sweater Weather

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Vintage challenges in modern attire. Dressed yet not ready. Dresssers poised to help. Some holding out timeless attire. Some failing...
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I've always believed the world changes one person at a time; I've always found it difficult to do my part by changing myself first. I believe questions propel people forward. It's why I look forward to tomorrow. I get to ask over and over again: How am I different today than I was yesterday? Helping me ask and answer questions are my oldest son, Stross, who lives each day joyfully despite the challenges of disabilities; my youngest son, Skye, who makes me wonder how much I'd have resembled him had I been born male; and my husband, Mark, the only person who understands the strange existence that has become our life together. He is my soul's complement. My lover. My friend. . . . . . . . . www.involuntaryjoy.com . . . Images and text © Joy M. Newcom or rights have been secured for use by the blog author. Feel free to share, but please do so with acknowledgment.
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