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Hope vs. faith and being shy beyond all reason
I’m cautious when using the word irony. It’s used incorrectly so often. Even my beautiful mother has used the term at times where I questioned whether the reference was merely coincidence. Then again, I don’t believe in coincidence. I got yet another set of test results just now. Again, they…
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Tubes
My lungs are good, my heart is strong, my oxygen, pulse and blood pressure are awesome. The doc looks in my ears, “Oh, you have a great deal of scarring.” I just say, “yes.” There’s no need for a translator, thank you very much. A little girl can sense disgust,…
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I’m Cathy, really. I guess I am.
Gabriel, I’m an idiot. I say the most ridiculous things. Why am I doing this? We’re cruising, ya know? Red convertible Lincoln with a white rag-top circa 1960something and I’m wearing big, bold sunglasses and a silk scarf to guard my shoulder-length, perfectly coiffed hair from the wind at 70…
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Unknown
Having spent a good part of the night half-dreaming that there was something evil in my small corner bedroom and possibly in my bed, I must admit I’m a bit fatigued today. My dog refused to sleep with me and she had nightmares throughout the night — whimpering and clawing…
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4:58
Work out, quick shower, into the blackened room with Jim in a glass beside me and old AC/DC on iTunes. I sweep my blonde, damp hair away from my face — yeah, you wish — sit cross-legged on the bed and reach for the reading lamp to my left. A…
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It’s time we put an end to this travesty
Scrolling through my Facebook page for daily updates concerning pages and programs affiliated with my workplace, my eye cannot help but land upon photos that make me clutch my heart in dismay, ads that again and again rip my soul to the core. Why? Why must it be this way?…
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Bonus!
Edisonsblackdahlia was up this morning well before any hint of sunshine. Clad in his too-small, favorite green-and-blue flannel robe given to him by his Uncle Dan years before his growth spurt, he opened my bedroom door to let Ms. Mina run downstairs for her breakfast. “Hmmmm. It’s early.” I mumbled.…
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Time
In years past, we’d empty a fancy bottle of wine (well, fancy for us), write down our resolutions for the coming year and then seal the bottle with cork and/or wax. We sheepishly dared to secretly confess our hopes for the coming months to later judge our alleged return on…
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Clandestine visitation in a faintly lit room
“Shhhh! We’ll be heard!” “No, we can yell and still not be heard.” “Then, why are we whispering?” “Because this is just weird!” he scoffs, she peers over his shoulder. “Ah, ya think?” she breathes. “So, nothing yet?” “No,” he says. They’re crouching in the shadows in a faintly lit…
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He is sitting in my office when I get back from lunch/Christmas shopping
He has pushed back a “guest” office chair to accommodate his long legs. I take quick note, unsurprised, and burst into conversation, plop down my bags, slide out of my coat and let it fall to the carpet all before he has the chance to regale me with his brilliant…
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