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Uniform

Balconies are interesting spaces. A front yard or a porch are also revealing, but balconies are small pops of individuality amid a sea of windowed vertical boxes. I can’t say I ever noticed what my neighbors were doing when I lived among the streets, but now that I’m in an apartment, I can’t seem to…

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Clothesline

A couple of weeks ago, I was exiting the parking garage of my apartment. It was morning, and while I waited to pull forward, I glanced toward the promenade that encircles the marina. It was breezy, the mist seemingly waking up and rolling about too. A woman stood a few feet from me with a…

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Clean

I can’t write about cancer or surgeries or recovery or healing. Not because it’s too soon or I’m sad. I wrote a post about what I’ve been through and how it sucked and promptly deleted it. I can’t remember the last time I deleted a blog post, but God the thing was long and boring,…

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50/50 Blend

If I were turning ten at the end of the month, this post would be about stickers. It would be short and sweet because I neither loved to read nor kept a journal when I was ten. I was a talker at ten. If I were turning twenty at the end of the month, this…

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Rose Water

Roses are blooming in my front yard— dozens of them. I have never had a rosebush, much less a whole yard full. My experience with roses stops at a vase. And while they are lovely, when we first moved in, I decided I was not a rose person. I know that’s ridiculous, but sometimes I…

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Patchwork Quilt

I am not sure I’ve always appreciated my bed. I have always loved to sleep and nap, but being in my bed, awake, is not something I used to do until I was recently told by a doctor to stay put. When you are forced to stay in bed, it becomes a place. A place…

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Halter Top

Unless I completely shut myself off from the world, and there are stretches when I do, there is an endless barrage of what I need, who I should listen to, and the various practiced steps to success, sexy, happiness, the top of the heap. Accepting nothing less than the stars seems to be the goal…

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Folding

I don’t know what I am doing. You’ll say that’s not true, or I’m “taking a break,” but yesterday I practiced my print handwriting. I practiced it all day. I made tea. Got out a notebook and practiced my letters. Height, spacing, different pens, you name the variation, and I was working it. This may…

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Front Load

  Things are far better today than they were years ago. Today’s music is just as good, if not better than, The Stones, Bob Dylan, and Elvis. The benefits of technology far outway the blown-out-of-proportion drawbacks. Netflix and Bitmojis are like glitter. Not necessary, but kind of fun. Today’s children believe respect is earned. The…

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