Category: adulthood

Freshly Pressed

We have one of those flip out ironing boards in the laundry room. It’s on the wall across from the cat box and above the laundry basket area.  We have two large mesh baskets and they fit neatly against the wall, under the illustration of a basketball hoop that’s hanging on the wall.  Basketball hoop, laundry basket,…

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Shift Dress

I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.”  I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer.  I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess.  I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…

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Static Cling

I’ve only posted twice in April, well this is technically post number three. I’m not sure why.  I’ve been working on other things, busy with life, wasting time lusting after Idris Elba.  I don’t know. Things have taken priority over the laundry room and honestly I haven’t had much to say. Two posts in one…

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Dancing Shoes

I don’t necessarily want to ‘drop it like it’s hot,’ but I do love to dance. These days I dance in my living room, or my office, pretty much every room in my house depending on what I’m doing.  I dance to all sorts of music and sometimes when I’m folding laundry, I use the…

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Romper

She had never wanted to grow up, but it happened without her permission. She was tradition, roots, a tender, the oldest, she was calm.  Life moved along and as society would dictate, she tried to keep up, be the person she was supposed to be.  She ran faster, pushed up, made up, drank up and somewhere along the…

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Laundromat

For some reason, we rush past beginnings only to long for them later.  People say they loved their first crappy car, or that time in their life when they lived in a dinky little apartment, and yet at the time they hated them both.  Dreamed of something better. Being a newbie can be stressful, insecure, but…

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Rip

I’m in a riptide. It’s not my first one, but I never get used to them.  I flail and fight and reach for land or a rock.  I don’t like being carried in a direction I don’t want to go.  It’s scary and I like control, I often convince myself I need control. The riptides seem…

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Pocket

I used to carry a big purse. I would pride myself on being able to shove anything in my purse.  I had wipes, napkins, a big wallet with checks, Band-Aids, water, extra laces, Sharpies.  Everything anyone could ever need.  I would sometimes shove a book in there.  I liked having lots of stuff.  I wasn’t…

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Stretch Fabric

She knew she was not getting any younger.  She told herself she needed to go for it, reach for it, take her turn.  Was it her turn?  When did she get in line? She told herself it didn’t matter.  She woke up, stood up, and reached. Nothing. Her fingertips touched the smooth empty shelf.  She strained…

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