Monthly Archives: January 2012

Eyeshadow

The following is a 10 minute free write, idea from Nick Rolynd at 30 Minute Fiction.   The trouble with looking through old memorabilia to find something is that you also stumble across pictures of yourself.  In your twenties.  Fresh-faced.  Whole … Continue reading

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Growing Pains

It does a mother good to see her growing son put down a home cooked meal, in this case breakfast.  It is 12:30 PM on a Sunday and the man-boy is still asleep.  Tulip  has been checking in for signs of stirring the past … Continue reading

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Remembering Pete

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader.   He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.”  — Author Unknown Our first family pet was Pete, … Continue reading

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Fish and Chips Here We Come!

  The boyfriend has talked about needing to go on a trip.  Our last “out of the USA” trip was about four years ago to Rome and Firenze.  He’s panicking that I’m visiting family in summer, which pretty much eats up … Continue reading

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The Turnaround

Dear Ms. March, I am writing to bring a serious safety issue to your attention.  Your lower parking is unsafe as parent drivers who are impatient to wait in the turnaround area, are backing out and exiting via the entrance … Continue reading

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An Evening’s Walk

Now that we are in a state of thaw, I can see that my Prince Ivory Helleborus simply went to sleep while under a blanket of white last week.  Stalks still hold their blooms tight and close.  I leash up Buttercup, the golden retriever … Continue reading

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Time Junkie

My first memory of the emotional cost of running late  is as a five or six year old.   My father, after impatiently honking the horn as a warning,  left my mother and brother and me without a ride to church.  I actually may … Continue reading

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