What are the things you’d love? Something simple – a pain free day, perhaps. Something complicated – an end to fighting? Something inspiring – an education for all girls. How about a nice Thanksgiving with friends and family? I’d love that.
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Vasquez watched from behind the two-way window as Betts questioned the suspect. She caught the exact moment Betts cracked through her lies. The suspect explained herself with, “I knew he was with my sister. I called him and he said he was working late and couldn’t come see me. But I heard the ringtone my sister uses for calls from my mom. Nobody else uses that ringtone, see. So I knew. I just went kinda crazy after that. I don’t really remember going over there or what I did when I got there.”
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Life in the apartment building across the way is on display at night among those who don’t close their blinds. I like to leave my blinds open, but turn off all my lights so I can look out but no one can look in. I put on my favorite late night radio show and dance around the apartment in the dark. It’s my only exercise after sitting at a desk all day. It’s a liberating sort of movement. Maybe I’m a voyeur, but it’s reassuring to see all the things people do in their private spaces late a night. Life, you know. Just life.
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Two grey heads bend over an iPad at the corner table in Starbucks. It looked like one of the grey ladies was teaching the other how to use her device. The learner was intense and jittery – afraid she’d made a mistake. The teacher was calm and patient. The teacher sipped her coffee and waited while the learner struggled to make connections, remember, find her way. It made me miss the patient teaching of my mother, who never mentioned mistakes, only successes.
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I felt relaxed, a welcome feeling after a stressful week. The fall colors in the park were a pleasure, a bright antidote to my nervous system. I stopped to photograph some leaves. I noticed something back in the brush, a smear of blue showing in what should have been a blur of yellow leaves. When I looked . . .
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When my family took a vacation it was to a place where my dad could golf or fish. A vacation for my mom might be sitting in the car with a book while my dad was off doing something. As for me, the fishing trips were the most fun if we stayed overnight in the woods. We had a tent, there were rivers and woods to explore. It was heaven. But I don’t see why my mom put up with it.
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“Why do you feel that you two need to split up?” The therapist was highly recommended for couples. This was our first visit.
“Well,” I answered, “most of it is the bath or shower question.” The therapist tilted her head in that listening pose. “When we met,” I said, “she swore she was a shower person. I’m a bath person. Now she wants to use the bathtub all the time. If she won’t take a shower while I’m in the tub, we have to get up 30 minutes earlier to both be ready for work on time. It’s a deal breaker.”
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Imagine your peaceful place. It’s most likely a natural area: green, trees, water, blue sky, beautiful things like mountains or oceans around you. We need those things to feel calm and happy. Yet we build cities that lack the very things that might calm our minds and bring peace to our hearts. We’re doing it wrong.
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He made his living decorating birthday cakes. He liked to include secret messages written in the frosting. He’d write something between the layers of the cake, or he’d put something under the top layer of frosting and then smooth frosting over it. He was good-hearted in his secret writing. He’d say things like “long life” or “love and happiness.”
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Up here in the northern hemisphere we are about to go through the dark time of the year. To make matters worse, it’s usually cold and overcast even when a few dribbles of sun are shining. You can see why the ancients invented tales of Persephone and other characters who disappeared only to reappear with the light of spring. I miss the light when it goes.
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