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Home Alone
Home Alone is one of my favorite movies. It got me thinking about being home alone. I’m a very happily married woman of 8.5 years now and thoroughly love living with my husband. I’m the relatively messy one in the relationship and this, as trivial as it may seem, has been the spark of most
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The Salon
I walk into the salon Changes It’s obvious I don’t belong This place is pristine Among the menopausal women And the celebrity wanna-bees The floor and walls are squeaky clean I walk to the counter and the woman asks how she can help me Her eyeballs are underlined And a sparkly necklace glimmers at the
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Reminiscence, Replacement, and Redemption
I’m in one of those reminiscent moods. I find myself here a lot. Maybe because I’m getting old. Seriously. You know you’re getting old when you lose track of how old you actually are. I turned 33 two months ago but still sometimes think I’m 32. And I had a stark revelation that high school
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Footsteps
There’s footsteps in the hall. Not really footsteps but more of a shuffle. It’s like he’s too tired after all these years to pick up his feet. He probably figures he can conserve energy by simply sliding his feet across the carpet. I cringe, hoping he’s not headed toward me. Then there’s Dr. Knap. I
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Morning Run
Here’s the flashing cursor staring at me Beckoning My mind is blank Really, an answered prayer Heater on my feet A stark contrast to the winter air Just outside it also calls My running shoes are itching, over there against the wall My stomach growls The coffee kicks in I type a poem And then
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Coffee Mugs
Coffee is wonderful. I’m not alone in saying so. According to the National Coffee Association (this is a real thing), 62% of Americans drink coffee every day. And of those, they drink just over three cups per day on average. Use of a traditional “drip” coffee maker has declined 24% since 2015. Americans want more
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Raccoon Story
Sally and Joe walked along the glowing path of the garden. They were both tired but so happy to have some time to be together. The Christmas lights twinkled around them, creating a colorful wonderland on that cool December night. Thankfully the garden wasn’t crowded either, since it was a weeknight. Sally looked at her
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My Brother’s Wife
You’ve gotta be out there somewhere Surely you exist I hear from the upright that there are slim pickins None of us is perfect But I like to believe there’s a few who try Who have God’s law written on their hearts and minds For my brother needs you As do I More than you
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Stuffed Animals
When I was a kid, stuffed animals were my favorite toys. And I had a lot of them. Each one had a name. Whenever I got a new one, I’d introduce him or her to the rest. I’d stand facing the white, wiry, plastic shelf that rested above the door of my bedroom and ran
writings on life
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