Something in my mind said “Plum,” so I circled back home on my green Schwinn 10-speed once again. I’d already done this 7, 8, 9 times. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, not too hot for an aimless cruise around town, but those plums were […]
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Funny paycheck
“You look happy.” I had to say it. He was using his big round belly as a table for three Werther’s Originals as he lounged back in the Adirondack chair, looking content to a degree you rarely see. “I am,” he said, a middle-age poster child […]
Coherence
We’re sitting in a small room in the medical practice, a drop-in group therapy session. I’m dropping in for the first time to check this out. I’ve recently had a stumble after years of solid mental health, brought on by a good shove from life. […]
Popsicle test
Sugar compelled us. We were sugar sniffing girls, alert to its presence in any form and prepared to work with raw materials to get it closer to the treat format. At the same time, we were practical about it, taking it, if need be, straight up from the bag […]
Fancy foreign car
Make no mistake. Being me doesn’t come cheap. Wait, I can’t bear it. Starting off like that…Because my childhood didn’t endorse obsessive self blabbery, I just can’t bear not to step outside this story — yet one more story about me — for one moment, […]
Love story
Gary comes in with a box, carrying it carefully, like there’s something precious inside, a baby. His care always catches my heart. We peer into the box together; it’s from his mother….a container of pasta salad made of little multicolored spirals with olives I think, […]
Blue sunglasses and so many other things
1985 was my summer of the blue sunglasses, which meant of course I wore them down to The Cumberland Mountain State Park for my grandparents week-long 50th wedding anniversary celebration/family reunion. I loved those sunglasses. To me they said sophisticated with a splash of funk, […]
Grace
Grace Deidre’s worried. I can see it in the set of her mouth as she fills out the medical leave forms. The crash and burn has finally come, the groundwork having been steadily under construction for a good several years — a priming of the […]
Who says a white girl can’t say namaste?
Who says a white girl can’t say namaste? They ate expensively and they tipped extraordinarily well, but what really made me love them was how they wrapped me into their conversation every time I returned to the table with more rolls or a fresh round […]
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