- Rituals steeped in comfort: masks for my feet, cocoa oil on my legs, cooling lotions across my face while Detroiters hilariously plays for the dozenth viewing in the background.
- Pure Moringa Powder. “Vitamins A through Z. A THROUGH Z!”
- A text from my fifteen-year-old niece on my birthday that makes me cry.
- Jan, a sixty-seven-year-old athlete running next to me on the tread, saying, “Great job!” when she’s done.
- A picture of North Koreans reacting to Mr. Bean at the Pyongyang International Film Festival.
- Walking in a sun shower because Gigi (and I) can’t be still. Wondering if the rain on my shoulders feels as nice for a Blue Heron.
- Being at Nordstrom with my mom and feeling like I might never stop being the daughter she likes to take shopping most.
- Gigi flipping onto her back as a universal dog sign for: “I’m euphoric!”
- Making the most addictive coffee my twin roasts herself (ruining me for all others) and breakfast for my darling.
- My newest vegan Doc Martens: dark cherry-cola red, Mary Jane style, tapered toes. Elegant and heavy as hell.
- My dad in long-sleeve Eagles T-shirts, telling stories about the games he attended in Shibe Park with his father and brother.
- Anticipating a wedding where I’ll stand in my second-favorite shade of blue (royal; cerulean is first), watching someone else’s beginning.
- Audrey Hepburn’s enunciation in Sabrina. How her voice alone could make a moment eternal.
- Laughing when people ask, How does it feel to be almost forty? and knowing the truest answer: I’ve never felt more beautiful or sure of myself.
(Daily Writing 095)
Thoughts?