Yo, cousin!

“Yo, cousin!” he said. He was behind me. The music was loud. I ignored him and continued my conversation with the prettiest girl at the party, Elsa Chang.

He clapped me on the shoulder. “Hey, cuz, you ignoring me?”

I turned his way. “Yeah, I am. Get lost, dude.” He studied me, glanced at Elsa, winked, and headed toward a group of basketball players he knew.

When I turned back, Elsa was gone.

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Tracking

One of my windows faces due east. I use it to track the sun, track the seasons. The morning sun dances across the window from north to south and back again. This time of year, near the equinox, the sun shines straight into my living room, straight back to the dining room, bright into my eyes as I eat my breakfast.

This window to the east is also a good spot for watching the moon rise over the mountains at the end of the day.

A window to the east is a good thing to have in your life.

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I’ll Fly Away

He wanted to fly. I wanted to take the train. We couldn’t exactly sail across the prairies like Greta Thunberg in a sailboat. The train service was difficult, inconvenient and didn’t go all the way through. It was too far to drive in one day. It’s hard to make a responsible choice sometimes, isn’t it? After looking at all the options, I found him outside trimming the roses. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll fly.”

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Bumper

It was a bumper crop. A record breaking crop. We put folding chairs under the tree and sat in the shade eating peaches, gooey juice running down our chins, until we could eat no more. Then we filled up every bowl and basket we could find and walked the neighborhood spreading peachy goodwill. Everyone loves my peach tree.

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Road Trip

The back of the car was filled with games and DVDs and snacks and drinks. The front had a big cup of coffee ready and plenty of road trip music. But we had such a good time looking at the scenery, counting cows and antelope, singing songs, and making up shapes in the clouds that we didn’t need anything but the open road and ourselves.

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Let’s Dance

Let’s dance. Let’s dance in the streets. Let’s dance in the store aisles. Let’s dance through the restaurants and bodegas. Let’s dance until our legs give out and our hearts are full of joy. Let’s dance until the end of the world.

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In the dream

In the dream of America there was talk of equality and freedom of religion. There was a sense that anyone could come here and be welcomed. Of course, it was never quite like the dream, even in the beginning. Yet, it was close enough to the dream that we could say America was like that, stood for that. . . .

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So Much

There is so much blood.

No, that’s a cliche, write something different for this scene.

I love you so much, if you die on me I’ll kill you!

No, that joke has been used.

Sorry, but I’ve had so much coffee I need to be excused.

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Divided

“Oh, let’s watch that one!”

“Yuck. I hate romcoms. Chick flicks are a bore.”

“I love them. They always make me feel good and have a happy ending.”

“They’re so silly. Let’s watch something with some action. How about this one?”

“Nothing happens in that one except shooting people and then walking away as if nothing happened.”

“Yeah. That’s cool.”

“You can’t enjoy love and I can’t enjoy murder. Have I got that right?”

“Yep.”

“You can go home now.”

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Spiders

Banded garden spider

This big fellow was outside, so he survived. Lucky spider.

I have a strict rule about spiders who think they want to live in the house with me. The rule is – YOU’RE GETTING SMASHED! That rule doesn’t apply if my son is around, because he will carefully take you outside where you belong.

If you are a spider anywhere near my in my house, you’d better hope my son is visiting the day you appear. Otherwise, it’s sayonara, spider.

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