Pill-Box Hat

It is the first day of October, still in the vibes of the last new moon, and I am mad inspired. I have done my Lumosity brain-training and my crossword puzzle for fifteen days in a row. My first Peloton ride of the new month done (Thank you, Alex). And… I might just finish my…

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Soil

Our peach, plum, and apricot trees survived their second summer. The green of their leaves is battling it out with the encroaching brown, and the cutter moths have done some damage, but the trees have officially made it. They are growing, alive, and in a few weeks, they will thrive, insects and triple-digit temperatures at bay.…

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Yellow

My first car was a yellow 1973 AMC Gremlin with wood paneling and a bad Kmart stereo. My new car is a 2019 Yellow Jeep Wrangler with leather seats and CarPlay. My Gremlin used to backfire and eventually caught on fire. My Jeep can drive over anything and texts me when I need to change…

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Minor Alteration

My first blog post was on July 3, 2007. No picture. No “my thoughts from…” sign-off. I didn’t even know what I was doing was called a post. I typed— this is my very first blog entry. I thanked all zero of the people following my blog at the time for “letting me sort it…

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Red Pants

I just want to stay put and listen to the birds, but I have to go. There are things to do and moving on to get moving. I have always felt my life was a bit hectic. I’m never quite ready. Never that final spray of perfume. I’m more of a jumbled one-shoe-still-off-on-my-way-out-the-door sort of…

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Pressed

Years ago, I found myself in a Walgreens parking lot. My kids were still little, so I’m sure I was picking up liquid Tylenol, or maybe I was shopping for cards and Oreos because everyone was finally asleep. It was a mundane night. I don’t remember why I was there. And yet, I will never…

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Feathers

Should we reconstruct our vaginas or simply steam them on the regular? More importantly, is it still a vagina or should I be calling it a vulva? I read a handful of seemingly adult humans—or maybe adult is an outdated term since we are all just children-at-heart adulting while striving for our daily steps circle…

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Different Colors

Seven months. Articles and books talk about this “transition,” from raising children to parenting around the edges, but it seems to be different for everyone. Every child. When my first daughter went off to make her own life, I was a bit lost, and my heart ached, but I was raising two other people. Distraction…

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Lace

I bought my children new shoes for the first day of school and when they returned after winter break. Twice a year. Every year. In the budget or beyond the budget, they had new gleaming white tennis shoes as they marched into class for a new and improved quarter, semester, year. There were years Michael…

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