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Karen Burns

How I've survived violent crap. And dancing

Month: September 2009

Little Mirrors

Posted on September 30, 2009 By karensburns

Where do you find the reflection of God? Looking down: Baggy sweats, stained t-shirt, if I could see my waist it would disappoint me. Looking in the mirror: Dark circles, pale skin, wrinkles multiplying as I watch. The price of staying at home to raise children is paid in the…

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The Next, Best Waltz (or I Keep Stepping on Cheerio’s)

Posted on September 22, 2009 By karensburns

I played Chopin’s “Waltz in C Sharp Minor” on our stereo today. When I was younger I could play that piece on the piano, if not flawlessly, at least quite remarkably. There have been times when playing the piano was vital to me. I recall working fairly hard at it….

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How to Sit

Posted on September 17, 2009June 6, 2019 By karensburns

Okay, I’ll sit in this chair and hold you while you nuzzle my neck and suck your thumb. Even though it’s 5:30 in the afternoon and I really should do the breakfast dishes before I start making dinner. Even though I just made you the greatest fort beneath the kitchen…

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Something new.

Posted on September 17, 2009 By karensburns

It must be possible to do everything you ever wanted to do. I’m sure of it. I don’t know how yet, but I know there’s a slim chance it’s possible. This blog is an effort to sit down and write, to sit down long enough to notice my children, and…

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Karen Burns

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I live in a suburb next to an enormous Intel plant in a desert where I don't belong. My neighbors are techies, blue-collar football fanatics, gamblers, bankers, parents, sky-divers, nurses, pilots. I'm a dance, music and acting teacher, performer still, mother and wife hoping to be kind in this corner of my non-indigenous environment. I actually like living here. Most of the time.

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