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Ava’s Two! ♥

Ava's Two | All that's Jas

Ava’s two, can you believe it?   WARNING: bragging ahead!   Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a bragger. If anything, I downplay things in consideration of other people. It was so when my daughter memorized and recited nursery rhymes at 18 months old, learned the alphabet at age two, was effortlessly reading before she turned five, and when she won the Little Miss pageant at five, etc…etc…you get the picture.   You know, when your friend is currently…

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Shadows

Shadows And so life throws you a curveball, unexpectedly of course. Life is so sneaky every now and then. Is life’s intention to test your reflex or teach you a lesson? Often you don’t even take notice if there was a purpose. It goes over your head or you dodge it, but what happens when you catch it? Here it is, life says, let’s see what you’re going to do with it. First, you say, I’m going to panic. Why…

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Finding Me

Finding me is a short non-fiction story about soul-searching.       Amidst the chaotic summer there was also a real anger on display; anger directed at those who, lacking guilt and consideration, disillusioned me but mostly anger towards myself for trusting and letting my guard down. I am compassionate, and if I may add selfless, by nature. I take pride in always putting others’ needs before mine, no matter how insignificant they might be. My weakness is expecting just…

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Torn Sails

My torn sails, my wrecked ship.     Torn Sails   There it comes. I feel it again. I feel it in my blood vessels streaming from the neck down to my toes; especially in my toes. They lose self-control once this oh-so-familiar itch enters my body, this aging ship always willing to sail.   Toes can’t be still; they want to go, go far away. I feel it again, twentieth time in a row. On the warm shore of…

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Good Morning Lovely Faces

Truth is, I am not a morning person and I hate being woken up by alarm clock. My beauty sleep is mostly interrupted by my bladder and noises. I’m such a light sleeper that I need earplugs, but I can still hear my dog Baylie snoring, birds chirping and my husband making morning coffee. When I am asleep though, I dream of sleeping in on weekends. The anticipation is so intense that once I make it to the weekend I…

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This is why

This is Why - All that's Jas

  Twenty years ago life as I knew it changed forever. Following short conflicts in Slovenia and Croatia, the Bosnian civil war was the most brutal chapter in the breakup of Yugoslavia. It was inconceivable to us that the multi-ethnic republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina, where Catholic Croats, Orthodox Serbs, Muslim Slavs and many others lived side by side and intermarried, would fight against each other. Although my experience is not as tragic as many can claim, it was traumatic…

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The Road

Morning ride to work. My mind is striving to catch up with alertness of my body, but the imprinted softness of the goose down pillow is spellbinding and difficult to desert. Abandoned by the spirit my body pilots the car forward taking the roads automatically, robot-like.   We turn east. BAM! Hello and good morning to me! The glare of Germanic Goddess instantly activates my tear ducts and blinds me temporarily.  I am certain this is what the opposite of…

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Winter Blues

Summer is coming to an end. The shift is evident wherever I turn, outward or inward. Months of busy vacationing are over; everyone is going home for the winter. Storks are packing up, leaving their seasonal jobs behind, jobs of bringing happiness and babies. Jobs they had for 40 million years give or take a few. Storks have no syrinx and are mute, giving no call; such blessed, smart birds. Silence is gold. That’s the secret. It kept them in…

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The Box

Humidity was playing dirty tricks on my hair that hot summer evening. Too bad the 70’s fro was already out of style, I would’ve definitely rocked it.  The groceries in my trunk were almost half cooked, even though I just put them there 20 minutes ago, courtesy of July. It was a dreadful day at work, not that work days are ever pleasant, and my sore feet were forcing me to go home and plop on the couch for the…

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Fast Rail

On the second floor of the S-Bahn, a high speed train, Andrea and I are silently enjoying the view. After a long day in Cologne learning how to handle new cultural shock from the program offered by US Immigration Services, the nearly absence of any sound was comforting. This smooth, quiet travel with a high-speed rail system simply whisks you around the country. The experience is calming and relaxing. Worn out by daily routine, the few passengers were asleep, surrendered…

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Remind Me

  When time gently wraps the gray lace of life over my mellowed mind, please remind me: I once was a towheaded little girl playing with dolls for hours on end. I found comfort in my mother’s sweet scent and my father’s gentle hugs. My dream was to marry the most handsome boy with long sandy hair. I spent the months of glorious summer weather outdoors in the neighborhood filled with voices of children riding bikes, climbing trees, and playing…

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Never Enough

What is the best Mother’s Day gift a mom could receive? The miracle of giving the new life, toddler’s first perfect stickman drawing of you, a bouquet of field flowers they’re so proud of assembling, a card or a simple “I love you mom”? Is it their talents and their accomplishments? I often think of all the happiness and sleepless nights my daughter will soon experience. There are no words to help her prepare. While she’ll be trying to teach…

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Lilly and Me

Do not save your loving speeches For your friends till they are dead; Do not write them on their tombstones, Speak them rather now instead. Lilly and Me   I have no recollection of how I met Lilly. My earliest memory goes back about 40 years. Our parents worked at the same company and we lived in the same neighborhood. I was a skinny 9-year-old whose passion was to hate food and whose mother ran out of tricks that would make…

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Son-in-law

What we are is God’s gift to us, what we become is our gift to God.   I believe God brings people into our life for a reason. I do not keep a list of these people and the reasons because as everyone else I too am consumed with daily survival. The reasons are not always apparent and our hearts are not always open in the way to recognize them. Perhaps sometimes God likes to give us riddles, I don’t…

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Gem Eyes

Fresh snow laced the landscape this morning resembling a bridal veil. In the beams of headlights tiny flakes came to life dancing and glittering in the air before melting on my windshield. The road was vacant and quiet. Odd how leaving few minutes early changes the traffic motion. I drove relaxed, with no thoughts occupying my mind. Right before I reached a bend in the street a bright glow caught my eye. What could it be? It seemed to be…

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No.1

Mid sentence, and in all probability without an excuse, I leave the conversation and gleefully enter the tiny dance floor. The floor is wet and slick but I’m jumping up and down all the same. As I’m singing along ABBA’s song Super Trouper lights are gonna find me shining like the sun; smiling, having fun; feeling like a number one…, I manage to make eye contact with Rob, my husband of a mere three hours, who is busy greeting the…

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IT’S GREEN, CAN I HELP YOU

  I’m first to admit that I’m a fast driver. I like to get to my target quickly. I don’t want to stroll around in my car. Move over! On this particular day, however, I didn’t feel the usual pressure to arrive an hour before I even left. I drove the suggested speed limit and nothing could get me upset. Oh, you’re not sure if you want the right or the left lane – that’s fine with me, just drive…

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Hakuna Matata

The sizzling October sun has no influence on the young mother. Her two long sleeve shirts, red wool headband, and a baseball hat have no ability to break out a sweat. My mind is occupied with the Haitian custom to keep a woman’s body warm after giving birth, that I don’t notice my own perspiration rushing down my entire body. How much warmer should you be in 110 F degrees?   Her four-day-old baby is barely alive. His tiny body…

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