We have an ambivalent attitude toward sass. We like it in little girls and grown women, but we hate it in rebellious teenagers. What’s the difference there that makes a sassy teen rub us the wrong way?
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In the absence of Nelson Mandela today, this seems appropriate.
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A bit of snow and moisture in the air made for a fog filled morning. I cranked up the defroster, switched on my headlights, and started off slowly. That’s why I didn’t see . . .
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“Call me Harry,” she said, “Harriet’s a bit much.” She shook my hand with vigor and entered the hall. She glanced around the entryway admiringly, handed me her fedora, and removed a top coat to reveal a man’s tweed suit. She wore men’s shoes, too.
“Mr. Hemingway is back here,” I said, thinking that Mr. Hemingway wouldn’t be as charmed by dear Harry as he’d expected. “Follow me, please.” I led the way.
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I was thinking about “Ars Poetica” the other day, a poem by Archibald MacLeish. It ends with the lines
A poem should not mean
That’s also what writing practice is. It doesn’t need evaluation or explanation, it just is. Whatever you write that day is your writing for that day. It’s practice.
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Hitting a shovel on the highway when you’re going 75 mph does make quite a thump. It also rips holes in tires and scrapes paint off cars. So, to whoever dropped a shovel on Highway 84 yesterday, I found it. If you want it back, I know how I’d like to return it.
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I’m thankful for you dear, reader – dear writer. You come here and commit yourself to writing something. I appreciate that. I also appreciate those of you who come just to read. Some of you who read here write elsewhere using these prompts. For that I am also grateful. I’m thankful for the concept of writing practice which lets us just write without judgement or evaluation. I’m thankful for YOU.
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She was aware the instant the woman entered the bar. She turned to watch her approach, smiling and hurrying. The woman stopped mere inches away and said, “Hi, honey.” When the woman kissed her, she kissed her back, realizing at some deep level that she loved her passionately. She said, “I love you. Who are you?”
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Honey, sweetheart, babe, sugar. Yes, I’ve used them all. But calling someone darling has always been beyond me. It sounds so fake. What is it about that word that makes it sound like a pretentious affectation? Tell me, darling.
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Like everyone else who is old enough to remember 1963, I’m thinking back to 50 years ago today. I was in my first teaching job, just out of college. I was teaching 5th grade in Manzanola, Colorado. When we heard, life just stopped. Nothing happened for days other than sitting by a radio or TV and watching events unfold. I remember snatches. Walter Cronkite breaking down. John John saluting at the grave site. Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald. Jackie looking drawn. The horse drawn caisson taking Kennedy’s body to lie in state in The Capitol and all the people who filed through to pay their respects. The confusion. The pain.
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