Five Star Friday's 201st Edition Is Brought to You By Isabel Allende

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by mothering and the creative life, grief and art, identity and online life, a life vignette, an adoptive mother's struggle with her child's history, a surprise disability, taking control of your own happiness, and

Isabel Allende

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Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.
     — Isabel Allende

Happy Friday!

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Hopefully

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The Extraordinary Ordinary

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I will not do this right all the time. But I have to bite off moments and try not to develop a big overall plan that I cannot possibly abide by in my flighty and anxious ways. Many days will come to a close and I’ll never have gone from a moment to another to find myself with time for words. The next right thing will be scripted before me with the needs of my small children. I’ll get tired and stomp and sigh and then I’ll start to bend and (hopefully) stop. I’ll just start over, and over and over.
I’m a mother. I’m a writer. I gulp.

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The Grief We Carry In Our Bodies

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Writing As Jo(e)

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"This bright sunlight will be harsh," I warned Ecowoman. She shrugged and stripped off her clothes. I think she forgot about my camera as she stepped up to first one statue, then the next. She touched them, comforted them, even lay down on the mulch to grieve with them. Free Woman, when she saw what we were doing, joined in.

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Identity

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Citizen of the Month

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Yesterday, I changed my Facebook relationship status to "single." I was slightly embarrassed by this, berating myself for my obsessive need to over share. But it occurred to me that my motivation was not simply oversharing, or need for attention. It’s not like I haven’t written about my marriage, separation, and divorce. No, I felt the compulsion to press the button and see words "single" written in print. Not "divorced," but "single," as if it was time to embrace the reality, and see myself — identify with — my new status. My identity.

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Telling Time By Flower's Blooms

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Bless Our Hearts

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Some of us live to travel and some of us find a that a trip to the henhouse is enough on most days. Or down a path through the woods and behind the old gas station and down Lloyd Subdivision Road and back and to the post office. I am that person, today at least. I am home today, simply and purely home with the exception of that walk and it feels so good. I have pinto beans boiling and collards thawing that I picked and froze a few months ago and the laundry is going and the chickens are fed and the porch plants have been watered and the kitchen floor swept. All such little things but they make me feel as if I have some control over life, as if my life is a thing of tidiness and high fiber, order and low fat.

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Hunny Bunny

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Attack of the Redneck Mommy

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Jumby is MY son. There is no photographic evidence to argue differently.
But sometimes, in those small moments, usually in the silence of the night, or the quiet moments when the rain pit pats against our roof, I look at him and I wonder.
Where is your past?
What did you look like when you were born at 24 weeks, weighing one pound, four ounces? A micro preemie, addicted to crack.
Did anyone capture your first smile?

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On Falling Over

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Tom Coates

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This Happened to Me — Medium

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I have no moral from this story. I wish I could say it changed my life dramatically, or that I brought something back from the abyss that I can share and we can all learn from. But really, all I have is that you should appreciate what you’ve got. Very few people whose bodies get broken were injured rescuing children from ships or fighting against dangerous psychopaths. Most accidents are in the home or in a car, doing something normal and stupid. Falling from a ladder. Tripping on a curb. Trivial, embarrassing things. And they can happen at any time. There’s little you can do to avoid all risk in life, and it would be a pretty dull life if you did. So just be careful. Be decent. Be nice to each other. Because it could happen to you.

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Achieving Happy

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Daddy Doin' Work

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Many unhappy people dwell on the past and live in fear of the future. Guess what? The past and future do not exist. Seriously, they don’t. I’m not saying you shouldn’t learn from your past mistakes or plan for the future, I’m just saying don’t obsess over it. Enjoy yourself RIGHT NOW.

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