A Few Things I Miss About the Single Life — My Female Persuasion

2018/05/18 by mkhana

One of the first bloggers I kept up with on WordPress (My Female Persuasion) was so compelling that I still head back to her posts for inspiration, to see what she has been up to. And today, I came across this. And it really hit home. Especially when you are ‘committing to a new stage’ 🙂 Thank you for writing this (three years ago!)

Is it too premature for me to write about missing the single life? Not missing it as in – I wanna go back there. I had a good 3.5 year run at it. I mean missing it as in admitting that with every situation, there are upsides and downsides. In I Think I Might Be […]

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Whisper

2018/05/13 by mkhana

A sliver of a whisper,

dark ghost of a tale

floated into being,

directed at a broken cage

to weigh down, perhaps,

or to tarnish the glow

of a new heart beating…

Deja vu of a whisper,

ancient but familiar…

poised on a stage,

an unknowing

audience,

an unsieved unit,

to draw out a sparkle

of sadness, perhaps,

to start a fire of doubt

on this sliver of a

naked, empty

whisper.

7.29.2011

Waiting to Dance

2018/05/13 by mkhana

The music starts.

Yet feet don’t move.

Or even shuffle in tandem.

There is a silent wait.

To dance.

To be free.

Together.

First moves and leads

unsure and unknown.

Waiting to dance.

The music continues.

I stand still.

Waiting.

4.17.2011

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2018/05/13 by mkhana

It’s Mother’s ~~Day~~ Weekend, and we have already spent half this weekend together. You and I. You jumping all over me, pulling my hair, hacking at my feet with your imaginary fire ax (which toddler knows what this is, sincerely?) and me fighting you off as you throw yourself into the sky and launch yourself at me with all of your body. You have used my midsection as a landing pad and you just kept going. We have played build-it with your Legos and you kept kicking at my creation and then laughing. every. single. time. We stayed in pajamas all day long. I spent some time on the phone, and you played around me, pulling at me, then playing with your trucks and then turning back to me.

Tomorrow is our third Mother’s Day together. You turn three soon. You speak more these days than ever before. You tell me about dinosaurs and the great fire that destroyed them, and about fire trucks and police cars, and you always ask me if I am going to be at your birthday, if I shall show up for your birthday. When you’ve been naughty, after a time out or a spanking, you always ask if I am your friend. You tell me you want to be a doctor when you grow up. And then you say you want to be a fire truck too. Continue reading →