Author Archives: Gina Marie Thompson

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️

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Snapshot in time, middle of October, 2008 & 2017

Snapshot in time, middle of October, 2008 & 2017 I chose the date strategically. Because who doesn’t want to get married surrounded by the vibrant colors of fall? Reds, oranges, yellows, browns, with a hint of green still hanging on. … Continue reading

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[POEM] Would I still turn right, knowing that you turned left?

Would I still turn right, knowing that you turned left?  to guess takes too much out of me so I just go without expectation  on the ridge there was wind pushing fog  in the valley there was damp stillness up … Continue reading

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[QUOTE] as for me…

  I love to sail forbidden seas…

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[POEM] unbroken

unbroken I want to be malleable bend against obstacles stretch to reach just what is out of not quite so resistant to change or forces beyond my control but elasticity was never a characteristic like patience for anything other than calm … Continue reading

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Protected: post trail race reflections

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[POEM] the circle game

Inspired by the WordPress daily prompt: Circle  

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(poem) for women who are difficult to love

Just discovered this poem by Warsan Shire. It’s everything to me right now. I’m sure I’m not having a unique reaction after reading this, but I feel very connected to these words in so many ways. So, from one difficult to … Continue reading

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[POEM] the last time we had rain 

the last time we had rain  I can’t remember the last time we had rain I said tonight as the first drops fell from the sky and the wind whipped through the foyer in the kitchen, he made a pizza … Continue reading

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an essay about my mom, and the beginning of something more to come…

After I lift her from the chair, help to maneuver her body on the toilet, I sit in the wheelchair while she poops. We talk. Well, I talk. She replies with phrases you might only speak if you had half … Continue reading

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