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Sippy
Ding! The sliver of white and clear keratin that was my fingernail made contact with the Mason jar as I swung my arms at my sides. The wide-mouthed 450 milliliter glass jar took flight, aborting its comfortable spot in my husband’s hand. 50 milliliters of amber fluid was ejected from the jar, making contact with…
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It’s Your Life
Make your life what you want If you find yourself complaining, stop and reflect Ask, “Why am I bored, angry, sad?” For it’d be a shame to look back and regret the life you had I used to make sandwiches for six dollars an hour When I was sixteen I’m glad I listened to my…
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Goose Creek State Park
Goose Creek State Park in North Carolina wasn’t crowded on that summer day. I decided to get some miles on foot, while my husband Richard opted for his bike. We took different routes at one point, Richard sticking to the flat trail and me and Billy, our golden retriever, staying on the more mountainous terrain.…
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Farewell, Dear Friend
Here we are In the middle of the Eastern Atlantic Halfway between Boston and Florida Beaches, prayers, bicycles, teenage antics Friends for half a life It’s been awesome, nothing short of nice. Virginia. Norfolk. Ocean View. Here’s a reflection on the state of me and you It looks a bit like a final summer sunset…
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The Choice
Jasmine pulled up to the corner café’ in her sparkling black Tesla. Before grabbing her Brahmin satchel from the passenger seat, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She took a minute to apply some foundation to try to conceal the less fashionable bags that had settled under her eyes. At 38, she was…
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Beach Day
“Come on, Ash!” Molly yelled from the porch. A few joggers trotted by. Ash saw something fall from one of their pockets, just another piece of trash for her to collect. She walked over to it. The plastic piece had three arms coming out of its square base and it fit in her hand perfectly.…
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Writer’s Block
There’s a block in my way It’s invisible But I know it’s there Just like air Every day It stands in my path And makes me miserable Maybe it’s why I clean the house And run and read Looking for motivation or inspiration Trying to wiggle around the frustration But I’m left still dreaming About…
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Outpouring of a Melted Heart
There are no words There are no songs or poems, dances or talks No deeds or gifts That could precisely say The way I feel because of what You’ve done You told me what happened Through imperfect people You wrote the story Liars and cowards, the fearful, the sick, the “enemy” Somehow through this history…
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Carl and the AC Unit
Carl had worked outside his whole life. He was happy to finally be retired. Here he was, at 68, with leathery, callused hands, alone in his one bedroom home just outside Death Valley. He loved his AC window unit that he’d purchased on the day he retired. The white, 25 pound, 2×3 foot receptacle fit…
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An Old Friend’s Birthday
It’s your birthday today I texted you this morning – a happy one The text message ratios are my three to your none But love doesn’t keep score You’re moving on, anyway I just really miss how it was before Hanging out on a whim Trips and runs, card games and fun Coffee shops, good…
writings on life
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