Category: love

Downy

  I was born tomorrow. Technically, forty-five years ago tomorrow, but I’m not a stickler for details. I was born right into the lives of my parents. They were stupid in love with one another and I came into a world of cable cars, yellow, and motor oil. I tend to romanticize this time. The…

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God-awful Dress

  It’s not God’s speed; it’s God speed or Godspeed depending on the dictionary. Several years ago I heard someone say what I thought was, “God’s speed” and even though I’m not religious, I do believe in something bigger than myself. I was drawn to the phrase and made it my own. I type it…

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Change of Clothing

I wonder if I’ll ever run out of things to say. If the time will come when I will wake up, pour a cup of tea, and just like when my fingers strain for the last few tiles in a Scrabble bag, I’ll start running out and eventually I’ll be done. Maybe a person is…

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Lounge Pants

Sometimes I don’t feel like taking a shower. It’s not that I’m smelly because that rarely happens, but there are times especially after a long weekend when a shower feels like. . . starting over, washing away the sheen of sweat from being outside or the bits of dirt still under my fingernails from planting.…

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Floral Tie

  I bought a lilac bush. My need for lilacs started when I grabbed a bunch at the store a few weeks ago. They were fresh cut, right off the bush and when I put them into water, the smell was heaven. I forgot about lilacs, forgot that I loved the rain-soaked sweetness of them.…

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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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Yellow Blanket

My friend calls her happy place “Yellow”. It’s become a bit of a catchword for us, she even bought me yellow mittens for Christmas this year. Yellow is warmth in the midst of cold, peace in the middle of a shit storm, it’s the happy. Jinger is my friend and a few days a week, she’s also…

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Load

I don’t chop my wood. Come to think of it, I’ve never chopped a piece of wood. I have a faint memory of what an axe handle feels like in my hand, but I don’t think swinging was ever involved. Michael is a wood chopper, but not much these days, unless we are camping or disposing of…

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Chute

There’s a cactus on the corner by our house. I honestly can’t remember how it got there. After we built our home and the land settled back down from the trauma of construction, this particular cactus ended up on the corner.  Maybe we planted it there, I’m not sure. All I know now is that it is my…

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