Tag: family
member name: Cathryn flowers Ritchie
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July 28, 2006 01:32 AM EDT --
I want to tell a love story - our love story, because it is full of romance, love and fun. When Valentine's Day rolled around with many kids under foot, we tried to keep it romantic and special. . . .
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February 16, 2008 02:22 PM EST --
Snowy Cracking Sidewalks
Walking down
cold snowy cracking sidewalks
of my Colorado streets.
Glimpses into homes and souls
whole families, sitting together,
side by . . .
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August 06, 2006 12:02 AM EDT --
We down coast highway, setting sun, smells of salty sea and eucalyptus. Walked the carpeted curves of the park overlooking Laguna Beach. At every turn, bench and picnic table, "We came here when we . . .
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September 01, 2006 04:41 PM EDT --
My child
Rocking you gently
humming your dreams to you,
you stir,
awaken from such
soft stillness;
You gaze into my face
reflecting my love.
Have you forgotten so quickly
The words I lashed . . .
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July 22, 2006 11:23 PM EDT --
I have a hard time being still and recently I've wondered if my restlessness relates to the same questions I'd answered in the 60's: Who Am I, and, Where Do I fit into this world? . . .
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July 22, 2006 11:29 PM EDT --
Book Review: Radical Hospitality
Cathryn flowers Ritchie
If you read Radical Hospitality, your definition of hospitality will not only broaden, but you will experience a paradigm shift that . . .
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October 22, 2006 06:58 PM EDT --
(reposted as poem instead of essay)
I want to tell you a story of a woman -
a mother of many young one's.
She knew she yelled
too loud,
too long,
at those too little;
too young
to protect themselves. . . .
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November 10, 2006 04:21 PM EST --
I really can't recall when it happened exactly. I know that as soon as Caitlin could focus her eyes the world was her family. She responded to every eye contact, every face and smile as if greeting . . .
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February 19, 2008 07:59 AM EST --
Her Pain/ My Pain
The pain, the pain, the pain;
I can't get near it
I can't go there,
I can't be close to it or
I will be swallowed by it.
Her . . .
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August 07, 2006 01:39 PM EDT --
One of the writers in my life that I adore reading is my son (there are 2 other children and my husband who are writers in our family; my other daughter's fancy is caught by singing and art). . . .
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October 23, 2006 01:21 PM EDT --
HOME
A Story of His Grace
by Ginevra Rose Young
(Cat's pen name)
I never felt home to be a safe place; empty rooms, too many words, not saying, "I love you." Though a child, . . .
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September 15, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
My Child, V
OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES
At the end of a very adventuresome December day (the day my oldest daughter had to have minor surgeryat the clinic; the day she turned 7; the day her 5 year old . . .
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August 07, 2006 11:42 AM EDT --
Let's hear it for Corona Del Mar in South Orange County, California!
The first time Steve took me to this beach was in the Spring of 1981, at night, watching the waves crash in the moon silvered water. . . .
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September 21, 2006 06:39 PM EDT --
You take me to your pain
I really don't want to gain
Feelings about this struggle;
For I know I'll muddle
Through the darkness
of each motherhood weakness.
I don't want to look . . .
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October 27, 2006 02:41 AM EDT --
by Ginevra Rose Young
I never felt home to be a safe place; empty rooms, too many words, not saying, "I love you." Though a child, life felt like a war, hurt came from all around, clashing . . .
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December 07, 2006 01:08 PM EST --
On Christmas
It is good to be children sometimes,
And never better than at Christmas,
When its mighty founder
Was a child.
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December 07, 2006 04:35 PM EST --
He did not wait till the world was ready,
Till men and nations were at peace.
He came when the Heavens were unsteady.
And prisoners cried out for release.
He did not wait for the perfect . . .
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November 10, 2006 04:24 PM EST --
I really can't recall when it happened exactly. I know that as soon as Caitlin could focus her eyes the world was her family. She responded to every eye contact, every face and smile as if greeting . . .
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