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sammy b. good ~ samantha brown goodrich

Weeds

My maternal grandmother was an avid gardener. Maybe not the kind of gardener who planned her beds, rather the sort of gardener who enjoyed seeing what popped up each year. She loved wildflowers and I remember more than one occasion…

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Otherwise

The following is a poem that has brought me some comfort and fortifies me when I find myself frozen between the contrasts of an awakened mind: I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.…

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Sisters

A few mornings ago, I woke to a view not seen before. It appeared as if a cloud had become trapped beneath the sky. I could see the surface of the river: calm water, no wind, and, just a few…

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Still Motion

I work out. Nothing extreme, mostly the stationary bike and resistance bands. I try to meet with a personal trainer once per week...
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Nuts Over Knives

Almost every day I find one. Sometimes two if it’s been a hectic morning. So close to the soapy sponge I can almost imagine it washing itself. The peanut butter knife. Neighboring coffee cups have been rinsed and put in…

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Awareness

Ever found yourself on a roll paying bills? You've set the mood; you have everything at hand. For me, this means Spotify, diffuser blend, beverage, favorite pen. Not bad, right? Paying the bills just became the new "date night". This…

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intention

Often we set a goal. Often we get disappointed when something gets in the way of our goal. But what if we were to set an intention instead? I like to think of intention as something we send out "there"…

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