Category: coping

Pink Pockets

When I was young, my mom and I moved to New York to take care of my Nannie who had breast cancer. My Nan fought like hell, and we spent a good bit of time in Bronxville. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment, which was part of a big yellow house that had four or…

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Soft Water

  If my boobs were small and I was skinny, I would eat cake every day for breakfast and lunch. Sometimes frosting, sometimes not, but always cake. At night, I would choose between lasagna and pizza. Real lasagna with real cheese or pizza with the perfect amount of crust and a sauce that wasn’t too sweet.…

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Hawaiian Shirt

Poke is raw tuna cut into small cubes and mixed with different spices. My current favorite is dynamite because it has avocado. It’s a big deal in Hawaii and we have eaten it for lunch pretty much every day since we arrived on Kona. It’s delicious and so fresh here. But there are other restaurants,…

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Underwear

Is it wrong to punch a sick man in the face? My whole body hurts and when I think about his wrinkled shirt and incessant coughing, I want to punch him right in his runny red nose. Mr. You-Look-Like-Shit, why did you have to get on my plane? Why couldn’t you have slept through your alarm…

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Basket

Jack had a bath today. My youngest turned sixteen at the end of February, and then two weeks later my son turned nineteen, and a couple months before that my oldest bought her first car . . . on her own. But, Jack had a bath today. This is what I like to call Look Over…

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Breathable

Sometimes I can’t breathe. It’s too much, too many, too fast and I can’t catch my breath. Most of the time I don’t see it coming, things are going along just fine and then all at once they are not. People close to me will say that they saw it, they knew, but I must…

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Hand Wash

Cling to what is good. Someone said that, or wrote it. Maybe it was in the Bible, or from one of those philosophers with the names I can’t pronounce. I’m not sure and it doesn’t really matter. It is sound advice wherever it came from. I think the first word makes the whole sentence .…

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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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Torn Pocket

I should write a post about Baltimore. I have an opinion.  I’m sure for many it would be the wrong side, or maybe readers would agree and deem my thoughts correct, right. I’m not sure.  I have things to say, feelings to express, but when I try to put them down, they are too big,…

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