06
Jul
Night swimming
This is a poem that surprised me. They often do. But this one especially.
Each of us has exiles -
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Karly Randolph Pitman
I'm a writer, seeker, mother, poet, craftswoman, teacher of all ages, and facilitator. I call the journey of becoming 'growing humankindness' and am awed by the sacredness of healing.
30
Jun
Inviting the weather
Nature is the most generous and helpful teacher. So many of my poems come when I'm watering the
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15
Jun
Waterfall
Two and a half years ago, on a Friday night, my son and I were leaving Houston when our car
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12
Jun
Resurrection
Years ago, I read an article about mental health recovery whose advice continues to support and help me. She said
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05
Jun
The Risk
A few years ago, we built raised beds in our backyard in an attempt to grow vegetables – ever the humbling
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17
Apr
Room at the Inn
I live in a busy city in Texas, a border state with Mexico, and I see many refugees where I
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11
Apr
Prayer Before Sleeping
The other day I was thinking of the phrase that we often toss out when someone we love is doing
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14
Mar
The Overstory
Ida Zaccagnini Zborovancik was my great aunt - my maternal grandmother's younger sister, one of seven children from
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17
Dec
Sin cera
In my last writing group, the monthly theme was courage. It was a day when courage, for me, felt absent.
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01
Nov
Putting on your grandfather's coat
Today is Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, which I became familiar with and began celebrating twelve
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