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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Not pumpkin, I’m thinking, not apple. No, give me pie with some bite. Maybe some nice tart cherries. Or rhubarb – now that’s a pie. How about lemon with a dash of extra lemon? That sounds good.
But when I get to the dining room I see pumpkin and apple on the sideboard.
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Time passes slowly some days. Other days rush by. I need more days when time rushes by. Long and boring days are simply long boring episodes to be endured. Busy involved days are joyful speed races on the highway of life. Keep me busy, world.
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Driving home at 3 AM, stone sober, from my bar tending job, I saw the whole thing. The person in front of me slowed way down as we were approaching the road work signs. Instead of changing lanes and going around the big hole in the road, the car drifted slowly into the hole and tipped upright like you see it now.
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I’m growing fond of the ritual. Put the kettle on. Grind the coffee. Dump the coffee in the French press. When the water is hot but not boiling, pour it over the coffee. Set the timer for 4 minutes and wait for that first hot embrace from my morning lover. Ahhh.
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When the book club began there were 10 people participating. Now there are sometimes as few as 4. We were talking about whether or not to continue meeting. I said, “Can we keep doing this with only 4 people?” Another woman said, “Why not?”
That’s probably the wisest sentence I’ve ever heard anyone say.
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Fueled by anger, she said vicious and hate-filled things that could never be retrieved. She basked in her anger and never caught even a glimmer of the fact that it got her nothing she wanted in return.
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