<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903392962864679173</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:31:02.734-08:00</updated><category term='silence'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='new brunswick'/><category term='north end'/><category term='manitoba'/><category term='edmonton'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='autobiography'/><category term='accident'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='canada'/><category term='winnipeg'/><category term='snow'/><category term='writing'/><category term='nova scotia'/><category term='newfoundland'/><category term='acadia'/><category term='wolfville'/><category term='alberta'/><title type='text'>Momma's Always Write</title><subtitle type='html'>I've always loved to write. As a kid I could be found sitting on a rock by the river with a pen and notebook in hand. Words would pour from me. Dark or light depending on my mood. I wrote binders full of poetry, short stories, and letters. In my teen years, a "friend" took it upon herself to throw out everything I owned one day, including my binders of years of writing. I haven't written since. Until now. I've been bitten by the bug again. This is why I've created this blog. To share my words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903392962864679173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813288952358659882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYUxiudsjrs/Twzq_b789QI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UVVVh9CJ92o/s220/297037_152316374856431_100002342079148_309754_2874179_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP0J7EkVFLQ/TyTngZOSpQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iqlJINwa7l0/s320/homeless_in_winter_by_ggeeoorrggiaa-d34vbqb.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow covers the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chill is in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silence is all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind blows through her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trees sway to and fro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cars pass by on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has nowhere to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she needs to something to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A girl without a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No bed where she can rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All she does is roam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering, &lt;i&gt;is this some kind of test&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gunshot splits the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her dirty face looks to the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her heart beats fast in fright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was the shot nearby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Metal shines in the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A garbage bin looms ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She pulls her sweater tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe she'll find a little bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grunting she crawls inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She searches through the debris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half a turkey sandwich she finds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And devours it with glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her evening meal now done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wanders once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's waiting for the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And trying to ignore the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Home'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813288952358659882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYUxiudsjrs/Twzq_b789QI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UVVVh9CJ92o/s220/297037_152316374856431_100002342079148_309754_2874179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CP0J7EkVFLQ/TyTngZOSpQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iqlJINwa7l0/s72-c/homeless_in_winter_by_ggeeoorrggiaa-d34vbqb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903392962864679173.post-2721360106489503800</id><published>2012-01-25T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:03:43.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSXB-2DVc3A/TyD1Q65eVAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yVNgUl5u7hk/s1600/img-thing" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSXB-2DVc3A/TyD1Q65eVAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yVNgUl5u7hk/s1600/img-thing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was born in a beautiful town in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova_scotia" target="_blank"&gt;Nova Scotia&lt;/a&gt;, on the East Coast of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" target="_blank"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt; in the Winter of 1978. I grew up in picturesque &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfville" target="_blank"&gt;Wolfville&lt;/a&gt;, home of &lt;a href="http://www2.acadiau.ca/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;Acadia University&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was four my younger brother was born the day before what is now my favorite holiday; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween" target="_blank"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt;. In my sixth year my parents split up and my mother moved away. My father's mother, my grandmother, passed away after fighting a long battle with brain cancer when I was just shy of eleven years old. My father remarried when I was 12 and we moved to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newfoundland_and_Labrador" target="_blank"&gt;Newfoundland&lt;/a&gt; when I was 13. From there, I moved to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmonton" target="_blank"&gt;Edmonton, Alberta&lt;/a&gt; to live with my mother. I lived in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alberta" target="_blank"&gt;Alberta&lt;/a&gt; for almost two years before growing homesick and moving back to Nova Scotia, where my father returned after the end of his second marriage. I remained in Nova Scotia for four tumultuous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, when I was 19, two of my friends got into a horrific car accident on &lt;a href="http://www.appleblossom.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Apple Blossom&lt;/a&gt; weekend and died. This was a turning point for me, and I moved back to Alberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back and forth between Nova Scotia and Alberta for a couple more years before meeting my common law husband, Justin. We met in Alberta when I was 24. A year to the day after we met, we welcomed our first child, Gavin, into the world. Gavin was born eight weeks early. Fifteen months after that, our daughter, Chloe, was born. She was born two weeks early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since having the children we have moved 14 times, living in Alberta, Nova Scotia, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_brunswick" target="_blank"&gt;New Brunswick&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; Newfoundland. Currently, we live in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_End,_Winnipeg" target="_blank"&gt;North End&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winnipeg" target="_blank"&gt;Winnipeg&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manitoba" target="_blank"&gt;Manitoba&lt;/a&gt;, where I volunteer at my local community centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a daughter, sister, mother, wife, friend, aunt, witch, grand-daughter, cousin,&amp;nbsp;niece, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my story is&amp;nbsp;far from over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8903392962864679173-2721360106489503800?l=mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/2721360106489503800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-autobiography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903392962864679173/posts/default/2721360106489503800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8903392962864679173/posts/default/2721360106489503800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommasalwayswrite.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-autobiography.html' title='A Short Autobiography'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06813288952358659882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYUxiudsjrs/Twzq_b789QI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UVVVh9CJ92o/s220/297037_152316374856431_100002342079148_309754_2874179_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSXB-2DVc3A/TyD1Q65eVAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yVNgUl5u7hk/s72-c/img-thing' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
