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Loockin' Out For You: Part 3. The Call.
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Friday, June 29, 2012. Part 3. The Call. You Can't Make This Stuff Up. So here I am, calling my biological Dad, Blair. He answers. Me: "Hi Blair, I think you know who this is". The rest of the conversation was a jumble to me. He was crying a LOT. Maybe it just hadn't hit me yet, but I hadn't really gotten emotional at that point. That is, until he said this one phrase:. Because here I was listening to the man that created who I was. He told me that giving me away was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
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Loockin' Out For You: February 2015
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015. Here I sit. Staring at the white blank page on my screen. Wanting to blog, but not knowing what about. 2015 Time to get out of the routine. Stay tuned for a super awesome post, but know you readers have not been forgotten. Loockin' Out For You. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sooo This is Me. Lauren Jayne Loock. Born April 19, 1993. Adoptee. Canadian-American. Writer. Musician. Animal Lover. Outgoing. Overcoming fear of flying. Generally Happy. Loockin' Out For You.
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Loockin' Out For You: My Story. Part Two.
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Thursday, June 28, 2012. My Story. Part Two. Let's just subtitle this part OVERWHELMED. Well, what do you say, time for part 2 of "My Story"? Let's see. Where did I leave off. I later found out that my Aunt Patsy opened her Facebook the next day, only to think. "Who in the world is this Lauren girl? It started out a little something like this,. Oh my dear Lauren, my prayers have so been answered. My mother would give her ALL to see her beautiful granddaughter.". My heart was racing. The next couple minut...
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and flowers pick themselves: January 2013
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And flowers pick themselves. Monday, January 21, 2013. Many words hide inside the specks that spell hazel. If i keep them open long enough. Wrinkles deepen and multiply). I think you will coax them out, my gentle love:. You will find these words hiding inside my sight. Transcribe the text you find and teach me what you see. I will try to keep my them open long enough. For you to tell the story back to me. Links to this post. Wednesday, January 2, 2013. And where are YOU? You pass the stupid, cud-chewing ...
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and flowers pick themselves
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And flowers pick themselves. Thursday, December 6, 2012. Last spring: i began speaking at community forums about LGBTQ issues in northern UT. Last summer: i sat in a kitchen i shared with NYC actors and sobbed as i scrolled through photo after photo of mormons in the SLC pride parade. A few months ago: i found this image. Last week: i read about another LGBTQ teen suicide in UT. Today: saw the lds church's new web. Site on mormons and gays. i think these thoughts: nouns. names. stupid words. Being quite ...
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and flowers pick themselves: February 2013
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And flowers pick themselves. Sunday, February 24, 2013. A cat and a boy laze on the couch, ignoring dirty dishes stacked in three teetering piles atop the dining room table. There are cat-naps to be slept and kitchens to be cleaned, but neither the cat nor the boy wishes to disrupt the lazy ritual of Sunday-afternoon-couch-sitting. The cat peeks out half-lidded eyes and thinks whisker-thoughts while the boy daydreams of black-and-white movies and a dancer he met a few weeks ago. Links to this post. Writi...
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and flowers pick themselves: February 2012
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And flowers pick themselves. Monday, February 27, 2012. Yes, Right In Here! I have beautiful nieces. I call them Pretty Girl and Sweet Pea. They are happy, confident, inquisitive, kind little girls. They are creative and intelligent. They love to sing. They like to wrestle with their daddy and their uncles. They love good treats and they just can't dance enough! Come on, show'em what your worth! I think Sweet Pea was quite surprised to see actual fireworks spurting from the chests of the people in the vi...
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and flowers pick themselves: Driving
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And flowers pick themselves. Wednesday, January 2, 2013. It's almost christmas. you are heading to the mountains at mom&dad's. anxiety presses up against your stomach and lungs. as you get closer to home, you begin to argue and argue. And where are YOU? You tell HIM you think your own vision probably isn't any better, but it's yours but it feels right but it feels scary because it feel so goddamn big and true to you. Deeply-breathing-BEAUTIFUL-everywhere-you-look, you concede: ok. You press the pedal dow...
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and flowers pick themselves: November 2012
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And flowers pick themselves. Friday, November 9, 2012. Hope is the thing with feathers. Lie with me on lazy Sunday mornings. Drape the blanket of your arms and your legs. Down the length my arms and my legs. Read Neruda while coffee cools, neglected,. In mugs on the nightstand. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Notes from "Cole" (The Other Blog.). Watching: beasts of the southern wild. Boccherini: Cello Sonata in C major. Dvorak: Rondo for Cello and Piano. Elder Bu...
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and flowers pick themselves: July 2012
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And flowers pick themselves. Monday, July 30, 2012. Beethoven: Op. 97, Andante cantabile. These times, when i walk in moss-gowned, cascade-falling forests. And remember when your fingers played the colorful ghosts of beethoven. In concert halls peopled like half-empty egg cartons-. I think of the times when my life was close to the sacred. And i feel your abscence like an unmeasured rest, held. And a bit too long. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Just As I Am.
