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My mornings start relatively early. With the blare of my alarm. A cloud of confused thought as I fall out of a dream. The stretching of muscles and the cool soft fabric of my sheets on my toes as I reach with them for a part of the bed my
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My child, and I like to assume all the other children in the world do this too as it makes me feel better, only wakes up early when it is least opportune for me. And on Christmas. On a normal school day? Impossible to get her out of bed until
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I've been quiet here. Not a peep out of me for a week... what has the world come to when Cami Kaos isn't babbling incessantly? There's been too much and not enough and yet I've found time to smile and play and
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I can't begin to tell you how beautiful it is outside today, if I could I would have started this differently. I can tell you though that as I walked home this morning after taking K to school I went blocks out of my way to bask in
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I've been cleaning out my office space instead of writing, in celebration of that I thought I would reach into one of these two huge file folders filled with poetry and share one from 1996: And drowsy wishing for that half sleep I wait for what will come
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I woke up at 5 AM because my kid decided to head-butt me. In her defense she was sleeping. In my defense I didn't kill anyone for it. But 5 is a full 90 minutes before I had to get up. I could have curled right back into
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I quit drinking caffeine a while ago, and I didn't mention it here so much because I wasn't looking forward to the part where I fell on my face in utter and complete caffeine giving up failure and had to come back and tell you all
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I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to. Writing is a pleasure for me. A comfort. A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes
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First, let me say thank you 2010. You've been pretty fucking awesome. Seriously. As far as the first 11 days of the year go I'm hard pressed to recall better. And I'm busy. And not really the bad busy that makes me crazy because
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This particular blog post seems to have a check list to go along with it, so why don't we start there... Laying in bed with my big velvet winter comforter? Check Wearing undies and my favorite stripey shirt? Check Red lipstick? Check Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
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It was late. I was tired. Mike was doing a show and so I sent him the following message Going to bed now, goodnight sweetie. Please check your DMs and contact Barry. Also, I sorted and stapled the receipts. Come to bed soon. <3 Imagine my surprise when a
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My dream last night was forgotten until something I saw pulled it from the recesses of my mind. I was almost home. One more step would land me on the sidewalk in front of my house but my foot stopped in mid stride and set back down in the street