Category: dreams

Lights

If I lived in Paris, I would never close the windows. The traffic noise below my apartment would become the soundtrack of my early mornings, my lazy afternoons, and my midnight snacks. My apartment would be old with generations of white paint, brass knobs, and creaky floors. During winter or rain, I’d make tea in…

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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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Black and Yellow

I’m overwhelmed. Like hands full with too many things at the back of the grocery store and I didn’t get a cart, overwhelmed. There’s too much to do, it all needs to be done well and being one of those face painters at the Renaissance Fair is looking ideal. When am I going to learn? Things seem…

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Last Few Loads

It is the first day of December.  Here come the moods. Not all bad moods, not all warm and fuzzy moods, just moods.  December is a moody month for me.  I think a lot during the middle months, so December, the last month, the end to a year, a holiday month, really gets me going.…

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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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A Pair

If I had a sister, she would be taller than me. And older.  I’d be the curvy one.  She’d be the long legs, straight up and down one.  Her hair would be darker, longer and not as thick as mine.  Her eyes would be rounder, bigger, with more green, actually her eyes would be green. She…

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Overcoat

The British Museum is following me on Twitter. I realize this is of little importance to most people.  They do follow 38,600 tweeters, so I understand the lack of enthusiasm. For me though, this is sort of like, oh I don’t know, Queen Elizabeth, the first one, showing up at my door and telling me she,…

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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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Wellies

If I lived in a lighthouse, I would bake fresh bread every Saturday and my cookie jar would always be full. I would wear wellies, worn out jeans, and sweaters.  I would have a big down coat with a fur trimmed hood.  When I came in from outside, I would leave my boots at the…

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