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Time
So excited! EBD told me to have a good day and I chuckled and said I pretty much think it will suck but it IS good because it is the ‘step’ toward many good days to come. I love him. They are all my sun, my moon, all the stars…
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Importance and pain
How could something so important be so painful? My brother gave me the DVDs that rerecorded all the reel-to-reel tapes we sent to and received from Uncle Dee when he was in Vietnam. They talk about my unborn brother in anticipation. He died. I hear my beloved uncle as the boy…
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Fingerprints
See, this is what happens when I clean. I awakened this morning and leaped into a flurry of activity, cleaning the walls, the doors and the jambs, the railings and the sills. I’d used bleach with water to scrub and disinfect them all and I must have put in too…
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Counting down to the new year
Wiping down the counters, starting the dishwasher, yes got off work early and I’m home alone. I toss the rag into the sink and see chocolate cake with chocolate frosting on the counter. The cake is three days old, uncovered, dried out, but old chocolate frosting is one of my…
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Fixed
My hair is a mess. There’s a blonde tangle sticking out of the right side of my head like an antler. I can’t believe I went out of the house like that. I can’t believe I’m halfway done with my shopping and I just now noticed that. I sigh. Thus…
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Hello?
Well, be glad I’ve already had my shower today so I don’t look all too heinous. My nose is inches from the screen, my eyes wide and searching, looking through the monitor at you on the other side. But all I can see is a dark silhouette and it tells…
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Dead orchid
Melanie trounced past carrying a plastic vase with two lifeless stems protruding. Her dead orchid. I laughed; she said she didn’t understand how it could die. How could Walmart keep it alive and she couldn’t? I realized the square pot could be helpful as I look to re-pot my green,…
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Old lady at the bus stop and Flannery O’Connor
I’m in the passenger seat and Demon Spawn is driving me to pick up my “new” 2004 Sebring convertible, complete with top-of-the-line tires and functional windshield fluid lines. The weather is lovely compared to the past several days — in the 40s compared to 4. Yet we drive past a…
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Silent scream
OUCH! DAMMIT! SON OF A WHORE! I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T! IT’S ALWAYS THERE, THERE’S NO ESCAPE! IT HURTS, IT HURTS! OMG! MAKE IT STOP! PLEEEEAASE!!!! AUAUAUAUAUAGH!!!! Hmmm. That didn’t help much. I’m quite certain real screaming would have been far more therapeutic. Pity. OK, back to work.
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Practicing
I stare at its gleaming edges, holding it up to the light and twisting it back and forth. And I talk to myself, “Put the razor down,” I mutter. “Don’t do it. Don’t!” But the urge is strong and my fingers start to tremble around the plastic Bic handle. Edison’s…
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