tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400078448867068387.post1592477699924511194..comments2023-09-26T05:33:04.420-07:00Comments on Marylinn Kelly: Word of the Week - 8Marylinn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400078448867068387.post-6378980566558144322014-05-05T11:03:40.357-07:002014-05-05T11:03:40.357-07:00T. - Thank you. When they sent me home from the h...T. - Thank you. When they sent me home from the hospital with my newborn son, the nurse explained why they wrapped the babies up so tight in their little blankets, how emerging from the safe, small confines of the womb they felt as though they were in free-fall out in the world unless their limbs were held close to their bodies. It may have been something like that, a world too unsafe at that time as you seem to understand well. Our second, more protective skin, our armor. So nice to see you here. I have been AWOL pretty much everywhere. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400078448867068387.post-34328958142869156072014-05-03T21:55:15.558-07:002014-05-03T21:55:15.558-07:00I love the picture you paint here of a younger you...I love the picture you paint here of a younger you, fully inhabiting that cardigan!<br /><br />I recall a similar cardigan, white, worn, buttons down the front and a white grosgrain ribbon down the button plaquet, that accompanied me through my college years, especially late at night in winter, chilled, as I pecked out poems on my Smith-Corona. I went nowhere in that sweater but my bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom. It was drab and pilled, and it was the greatest comfort I had those lonely years.T. https://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.com