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Do you set personal goals for yourself? View all responses What’s the meaning of life if you don’t regularly set and not meet goals? We are supposed to be striving here not just passing the time of day! Are your crops all brought in?… Continue Reading “#25 of 92: Acing Death & Dying”
I’m going to have this cake picture framed and put on my living room wall. Seriously, have you ever seen a more beautiful cake? Four layers of vanilla sponge with cream cheese/buttercream frosting and the most perfect flowers ever. It was to celebrate the… Continue Reading “#23 of 92: A Cake to End All Cakes Friday Round-Up”
It is just a brief (and metaphorical) journey from where I sit to a house at the end of a long narrow dirt road where there would be three cats curled on the front porch steps and an old tire filled with dying geraniums… Continue Reading “#22 of 92: The Making of a Recluse”
Judge minutes, not years Let go of the last bad thing Love a smiling dog
[I host a small writing group at a local senior center. Today’s writing prompt was purple. Here is my piece.] This morning, the bath water is purple. Paulina’s aunt has given her a bath bomb. It’s a fist-size ball of something that sheds vivid,… Continue Reading “#19 of 92: Sailing on the Purple Sea”
[See Part 1 of this fascinating story here.) The old lady was in line just two people away from the cashier. There was still time to get the shirt back. Normally, she’d just give it up, you know, avoid making a scene, but this… Continue Reading “#17 of 92: Struggle at the Escanaba Goodwill, Part 2”
Gloria stepped back from the women’s shirt rack and waited for the old lady to pass. Experienced thrift store shoppers know the dance. A person rifling through the hangers from one direction will step back and let the person rifling from the other direction… Continue Reading “#16 of 92: Struggle at the Escanaba Goodwill, Part 1”
We went to our first parent-teacher conference in twenty-five years tonight. We sat in the tiny kindergarten chairs (which was not as easy as when we did it the first time) and listened to the lovely bilingual teacher launch into all the wonderful things… Continue Reading “#15 of 92: Baseball is a Metaphor for Everything”
In the last hour of my flight home, the setting sun shone on the wing of the plane in that rich, surreal vividness that you sometimes see unexpectedly walking out your front door at twilight. The wing’s edge had become studded with grand rubies,… Continue Reading “#14 of 92: Sightseeing (aka Living in the Moment)”
Go ahead. Go ahead and find your gone daughter’s senior pictures, the ones that were judged not to be worthy of the big frame, the ones tucked behind the three copies of the Gates of Prayer, the ones that have sat there for so… Continue Reading “#13 of 92: Found Behind the Gates of Prayer”
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