Author Archives: nisisegor

Who am I?

Last night Lying curled up Quiet in the dark cocoon of my sleeping bag I heard the owl’s call somewhere outside my window in the trees. Whooo whoo What is its meaning? To me? With this confusion? Then I realized. … Continue reading

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Sweet Betty’s

Yesterday mom and the girls out to Sweet Betty’s. Full with banana crepes I posed a question I was struggling with. My sisters sat up leaned forward listened attentively seriously offered me their best. Go to the woman. Tell her … Continue reading

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The Masters’ Words

Into bones The masters’ words sink Stiff & brittle Cracks & crevices Bathed in silence, softness, light Renewed form emerges From webs so tight a strangled voice utters no sounds No place to go No escape from tangled thoughts The … Continue reading

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Les Mis

Last night my husband and I saw Les Miserables at the movie theater. We hardly ever go, but our kids gave us gift cards to the Regal Cinemas. Can’t turn down free tickets 🙂 And I cried most of the … Continue reading

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A Letter to Myself

Last year, on January 1st, this question came to me, “Sad girl, why do you stop me from doing things?” This year, came a letter to myself: Let this person be who she needs to be If she was not … Continue reading

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From Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

One of the great liabilities of life is that all too many people find themselves living amid a great period of social change and yet they fail to develop the new attitudes, the new mental responses that the new situation … Continue reading

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The Look

It was the LOOK smashed me to pieces broke the trust shamed me created immobility out of my fear and helplessness. I trusted my high school teacher worked with her on dramatic interpretive pieces that dug deep into my vulnerabilities, … Continue reading

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