Category: Daily Writing
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by branch, or by root
Hello from the Everglades, Roy says, when he calls. He’s a simple man, born in a Leave It to Beaver household. His mother was a photographer, so all around the house are pictures of Alaska. Sometimes, at 94, she calls me to tell me that the Heartleaf philodendron I gifted her is growing out of…
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Arch & 3rd
My attempt at writing has been abysmal this year, and so, in honor of a Celebration of Life I just attended — where a woman in her late forties allowed her partner of eleven years to share journals that spanned at least twenty years of her life — I will write. Most of what I…
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D-d-d-dear.
I wake up thinking about this specific sensation, with the immediate urge to put words to it
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Rana
Because Rana sees me too, and calls my dog a sweetheart, I have an enormous smile when I tell her
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Thought Carousel
We’ve pushed the bed to the sliding glass door again so we can wake up in the sunshine.
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Under an Ultramarine Sky
I gaze instead at the pretend night sky, with its realistic star patterns set against the prettiest shade of deep, dark ultramarine blue.
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to live for eternity
I’d withdraw underneath the table, as children do. Staring at the shoes of my loved ones or the carved legs of the great wooden table.
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Dosing
I notice sometimes, those one or two line doses feel like icy cool glittering jewels on top of scorching skin.
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Superhero Vaginas
I keep staring at her necklace instead of her boobs, trying to make out the symbol: is it a zodiac sign? A patron saint of… sewing? But my friend grabs my attention.
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not being real
From a second-floor balcony, I hear a sneeze that sounds forced and theatrical, followed by a friendly hello.
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Marian’s Bike Rides
She’s become a familiar landmark, like the curves of the road she glides through effortlessly.
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a Death Doula on yearning 🎧
I wonder what she is feeling for, what she is noticing, as I talk at her. Because she is a death doula, we often come to the topic of death, which I find equally soothing as the moment she wraps a heavy hot towel around my neck and face.
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Everglazed
… I see the old couple who have their own Saturday routine. The husband always taps the window and waves excitedly at Gigi, not me, to be perfectly clear.