An Open Letter to Time (as in the abstract concept of time, and how it applies to daily living, not the magazine about which I could care less)
I understand that you keep plugging along, relentlessly, and that my plea will go unheeded. I know that you have no soul, no feelings, and are therefore incapable of empathy.
But, nevertheless, I beg you to chill out and just pause. I need to breathe, and sleep, and just be still. For a couple of days, not minutes. Please.
The mere fact that this is what's on my mind should tell you something...
(I know that this is a lame letter. I'm too damn tired to think of anything clever. Poo.)
Hugs and kisses, V
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Musings of a mother and former radical lawyer, who's very busy working it all out.
Radical Mama
- Radical Mama
- Gainesville, FL, United States
- Radical Mama: I'm a full-time mama, a non-practicing civil rights attorney, a knitter, a reader, and sometimes-writer. I have two boys: Henry and Toby. Both have quirks and unique needs, but are sweet, hilarious, smart, and so rad.
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