Category: acceptance

Wardrobe Choices

I’ll vote today, but I’m not sure why. I no longer believe my one vote can make a difference.  When I’m in my dark place, I’m not sure any of our votes make a difference.  My daughter is 21.  She’s gung ho, super excited about the election, and her vote.  We raised her that way,…

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Sort

There’s Wait and then there’s Stay. According to Jack’s trainer, these two commands are very different. Wait means, “Hang on a minute and then I will ask you to come to me.  There’s a sense of anxiety with wait, an anticipation.” Stay means, “Stay where you are and when I’m ready, I will come for you.…

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Peddle Pushers

I learned to ride a bike when I was eleven. We lived in Bronxville, New York.  Santa brought me a burgundy Ross bike for Christmas.  My first real bike, and while I was excited about the idea of being a bike rider, the actual process eluded me.  I would sit and stare at my bike while thoughts of…

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Worn

The faces of 9/11 look older now. The actual photographs, hair styles, clothing, are aging.  America has moved on and it’s been so long since that horrific day that the people we lost are starting to look different. I remember the first time I went through the memorial of the victims, on the first anniversary, they…

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Well Dressed

Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable.  She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry.  She was a trailblazer, a strong woman.  I admire that. Death is so weird.  I remember when my grandmother…

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Bib

I used to wear overalls. I don’t anymore.  I can’t figure out if I stopped wearing them because they became off trend, or if I just decided they were no longer a good look for me.  Also, why don’t I roll my jeans anymore?  Is that because no one else is doing it anymore, so I…

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Flower Dress

Here’s the thing with flowers. No matter how beautiful they are, no matter how much they cost or how many “oohs” and “ahhs” they get, they die.  The junky weedy, sometimes lovely, daisy type flowers die the same way the gardenia dies. Isn’t that strange?  All this time I’ve been thinking, emoting about the human…

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Wet Suit

She didn’t know what to say.  There were really no words, at least none came to mind in the moment. Her soul was torn, bleeding.  Disappointment washed over her like a huge unexpected wave destroying an otherwise sunny day. Sure there were a few clouds in the sky.  There would always be clouds, but this,…

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Bedspread

I make my bed every day. Sometimes at 5 AM and sometimes not until 5 PM, but every day, good day or bad, I line up the pillows. Today was a 4:30 PM day.  As I smoothed out my quilt, I wondered why I do what I do?  The day is almost over.  I’m going…

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