JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

As a little present for a neighborhood friend, we made a couple pillows out of fleece. The border on the pattern was fat and wide, white with big black letters printed on it. I cut it off to make the pillow and Abigail wanted it and the scraps. She spent a day playing with different […]

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Today is September 11th. I realized this morning, after I had already made my plans for the day, that I was going to the same place I went two years ago today. On September 11, 2001, I drove to Valley Nursery to look at plants for our yard. Earlier that morning, Ted had gotten together […]

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It’s been the driest summer in Seattle. I can’t remember the last time it rained heavy and hard. The last time we had to stay inside. I can’t remember when we didn’t have to worry about watering the plants. Some have died in the drought, wilting and falling, blossoms shriveling from bloom: such thirsty dirt. […]

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This morning Ted took Abigail to the start of four weeks of soccer practice. I stayed at home with Michaela and Elisabeth, a rare time alone with my younger two. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with the time Ted and Abigail would be gone, more than an hour. After cleaning up breakfast, I […]

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Chisel me hit me with the hammer hard I know I am stone I know you are good choose your tools sculptor and shape With chisel hammer hands you free your image now hidden: let glory be Release me hit me hard I want to break into beauty

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