mama bear papa bear

I am mama bear. My instinct is to nurture, welcome, offer soup, cookies and tea to those who come into my home and family.

I am also papa bear. I am lion. I am protective. I am territorial. I am provider.

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this is happy

One Wednesday, maybe 6 years ago, we had a famous author to one of our ‘famous’ JORO dinners. You remember these ¬†Wednesday night dinners where anyone of us could invite anyone who had become interesting in our lives, a friend, the postman, a teacher, a boyfriend, a new pal, an old pal. It was my way of having my life and family bigger not smaller than it once was. This is happy.

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the uninvited guest

A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.

It made my heart race.

It scared the wits out of me.

It left me confused

It was this.

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