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Zombie Dream
All of a sudden I’m on the street Out here among the voluptuous woman I used to always see Something’s amiss, though I’ve left my house Headed out to get groceries I’m quickly irked by what’s happening It’s dark out There’s a wanderer on the corner wearing a black hoodie and dark pants Hood over…
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Winter Beach
It looks like a desert until you see the ocean The vast sand a metaphor for my hoping I was here four years ago But it looked different For now it’s winter time And I’m alone Except for the Golden retriever nearby The sun still shines But it’s cold My friends are all gone The…
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Suspects in the Salon
“We’ll get your results to you by the end of the week,” Dr. Elizabeth Dickerson told the 22-year-old pregnant patient who sat up from the exam table. “Baby is coming along just fine; rest assured. Keep taking your prenatal and manage your stress.” She gave a humble smile, took off her gloves, and exited the…
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The Baby Blanket
I guess my mother-in-law figures she won’t be getting a human grandbaby anytime soon. She’s right. I’m not in a hurry. I get this impression because she stopped by the day after Christmas with a special gift for her grand dog, my “fur baby,” Billy, a 3-year-old, 103- pound Golden retriever. Billy and I were…
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Look at the Birds
There’s something special about birds. When I was in high school biology class, we did a birdwatching trip that everyone seemed to loathe. Oh, how I’d love to revisit it. It was dreadful primarily because we had to gather at the school really early in the morning, before the sun came up. I was so…
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God and Gremlins
I started reading Brene’ Brown’s Daring Greatly. Richard highly recommended it to me. It most certainly resonates. It has me wondering where shame and evil voices, hence, evil in general, comes from. When I asked Richard this a few months ago, he simply said, “Evil came about because it could.” Hmm. I guess it’s like…
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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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