Category: people

Puffy Jacket

Oh, how I once longed to smoke. Truly. When I was in college I tried sober in a coffee shop; I tried drunk in Mexico, I put some serious effort into picking up the habit. There was something alluring about the intense inhale followed by that seductive plume curling from someone’s mouth. Smokers had an…

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Dirt

  I have never been bullied. There was that one time some kid said my red hair looked like a used tampon in front of the entire class, but that was just… odd. I’ve been teased about my freckles and my last name. I am occasionally mocked, mostly by my children these days. Throughout my…

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Cutoffs

I don’t like to cut. I drop. I suppose that’s not a good way to be, but I will not eat an avocado, or most other foods for that matter if part of it is bruised, or moldy or yucky. Oh, and bananas too. I’m not breaking off a gross piece and then eating the rest.…

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Clothes Pin

  Our recycle man has blue eyes. On the approach to our house, the last section of road is one lane. It’s also a hill. There’s an unspoken rule, if the driver at the top of the hill sees another driver moving up the road, they need to pull over and let that person pass before heading down…

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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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Denim Shirt

  If I were a mechanic, I would bring my lunch in a paper sack. During the winter months, I’d take a thermos of soup to chase off the cold. My garage would be a small two bay place, painted white with blue trim. Outside would hang a sign in dark blue script that read Mechanic on Duty.…

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Dress

If I were a hairdresser, I would want to be called a “dresser” and not a “stylist.” I would own a little two chair place in a small town, tucked close to a bakery.  Every morning, just as the sun was coming up, I would walk to work.  Down the hill, past the small garage…

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Couture

There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning.  School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups.  She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine. I noticed her because she was sort…

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Embroidery

I am a stitch, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I saw the Gebelein Man (Ginger) at the British Museum today.  I’ve seen him before, but this time my thoughts are lingering.   He was a young man, wounded in the shoulder, and buried in a shallow grave. The hot sand mummified him over…

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