October 2013

Stolen

October 30, 2013

When my jewelry was stolen, I was incredulous. It was the first time I had been robbed and I lost my grandmother’s regards ring, so-called because each letter of the word “regards” is represented by a precious stone. They were small but they were still a ruby, emerald, garnet, amethyst, ruby, diamond and sapphire in […]

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Glasses

October 29, 2013

My father’s glasses Halfway down his nose His eyes Look Huge From his side His focus is Small things Even A Small thing To the exclusion Of everything Else Even my mother  

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Bleeding

October 29, 2013

“I don’t want to bother you, but you’re bleeding. Are you okay?” “Bleeding?” “Yes, you didn’t know your shoulder is bleeding? “No, I didn’t see it. Oh, but now I do. No wonder my arm is aching.” “Well, yes, it must be quite a wound. There’s actually a lot of blood. Do you know what […]

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The back of my hand

October 28, 2013

I look at the back of my left hand, the one that has done most of the work for most of my life. This hand does not lie and it rarely lies still. Long narrow fingers gesture and point like dancers in a slow ballet. Or huddle together, curled into a fist, holding on tight […]

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Feels like love

October 28, 2013

I dreamed you were there, waiting for me in a great big bed in the middle of a road in the middle of the countryside. It was a bed covered in white blankets, like clouds drifting across a serene bucolic scene. They were soft and inviting and you were snuggled under them, waiting for me […]

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Listening to the radio

October 16, 2013

It was all my mother did. Listening to public radio helped her be an armchair philosopher about the world state of affairs. “Oh, those bloody stupid politicians,” she would say when she was listening to some pundit commenting on the political topic du jour. “What do they know? Look at the mess they’ve got us […]

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Never say never

October 15, 2013

“Never,” she says emphatically. “Don’t say that,” I say. “Well, it’s true. If your stupid father was more savvy, we would have more money. But the way he is, we will never have money.” She is in one of those moods. Combative, nasty, critical, and downright mean. All of the history of all of the […]

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Undeniable

October 10, 2013

There is an undeniable feeling in the air. Fall is stirring up a cool breeze, whisking the leaves and street detritus up into small, gleeful whirlwinds, dusting up our shoes and rustling our skirts and pants legs. Feel the shivers and the cool, damp air sneaking around and down our necks and shoulders. Even though it […]

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An unfamiliar road

October 9, 2013

Match.com is an unfamiliar road, a very unfamiliar road. I finally signed up last night. This morning when I got up, there were several emails telling me men were winking at me or had chosen me as their favorite. Really? Already? The whole online dating thing is so strange, it is hard to even put […]

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Ashes

October 5, 2013

This prompt, “write about ashes,” reminds me of my parents’ deaths. They died eight weeks apart, even though they were 16 years apart in age. My mother died first at 73, of the breast cancer that had slowly eaten away her soul over a very long period of time. My father died very suddenly of […]

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