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Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
Teacher
Writer
SoCal
Mary E. Pearson
M.E. Pearson
Closets
Multiple
Different
Needs
Overkill

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Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
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Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.
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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
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I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
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... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
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it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets
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He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.
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One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
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We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.
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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
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It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
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Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
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But I am more than a name. More than they tell me
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Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
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Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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