Category: Family
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La Luce
(Daily Writing 095)
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my Talisman
And my favorite, a piece of selenite (Satin Spar), sacred to Selene, the Greek goddess of the moon.
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One Cousin
I can’t remember anymore. they grew up, two by two.
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Under the Wallpaper
where the newly plain walls smelled of Pear Glacé, a heavy lotion I’d steal and lather over my legs, stretched across celadon carpet that reeked of sneakers worn without socks.
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Are You the Twin?
on parallel lives, stitched close, split wide, stitched again.
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Fortune July
on the Fourth of July, familial love, & joy, despite awareness of broader societal issues.
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Skin Therapy
“Not only is she empathizing, she’s already thinking of the sentence that will soothe me. It might be hilarious, or it might be the most grounding thing I need. It’s beautiful, how clearly I can count on that.”
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Han Solo
He was the baby of our family, and he wanted to be seen and heard. One boy vs. three girls. I remember one time in the mudroom of our grandparents’ home, I was sitting on the couch and he was being playful. He had this small white bear dressed as a clown with spotted dots…
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Rapunzel
You were gold-spun hair and tiny limbs and big, expressive hazel eyes, and dare I say, gold-spun skin?! You had pixie dust in your bloodstream, and it wasn’t from all the handmade princess dresses in the perfectly curated closet your mother kept for you. It was just you. You were only three in these memories…
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Cenerentola
When I was very, very little, I have a memory of being very, very sick and being held by my mom, who was (by all definitions) the best mom in the entire world. She didn’t panic when you were hurt. She flew into calm, focused action. The kind of mom who attacked you with kisses…
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a Bee in the Sand 🎧
Collecting moments from a snippet or a slow scene, as if they were rocks I could turn over in my hand and spot their individuality the way the light catches on one or the coarse texture of another. I want to look at them all at once and line them up, just to say: This?…
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Meatball Harry 🎧
My emotions are much louder than hers. Sometimes I wonder if I come off as inauthentic, but as I age, so ages my conviction, and I know that I’m not. Next to her, I’m a weeping willow: emotive, romantic, maybe a bit dramatic. But she’s a windswept cypress tree. Uncommon and haunting. They’re not showy…
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Summer Baby
It’s too cold for late March in Tampa. I want to be hot. Not in a climate change kinda way (zero waste / vegan, please). I want my skin exposed to warmth wrapping around me. I want the privilege of knowing that whatever space I put myself in can be cooled when I feel like…
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Gertrude 🎧
I’m procrastinating. I have about four hours (or more, depending on my focus level) of homework that I could have spaced out between today and yesterday, but instead, I spent yesterday lying in the sunshine, doing laundry, and fake-reluctantly agreeing to a delivery from our favorite vegan restaurant in Tampa. This is supposedly my nineteenth…
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You’re number one 🎧
One of our clients has Alzheimer’s, and her children are having to put her in memory care. I also learned that, unbeknownst to her, she has stage four brain cancer. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up in a career like this—one where life events pop up often enough to force you into a headspace…
