January 2016

Candles

January 23, 2016

“What’s that smell?” you said as soon as you walked in the door. “What smell?” I replied. “That…that…cloying..oh, I know what it is…vanilla! I hate that smell. Where’s it coming from?” you said, as you were looking around the living room. “Oh,” I said, feeling a mixture of shame and disappointment since I had put […]

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Out of the box

January 21, 2016

“Don’t take it out of the box,” you said. “Why not?” I said, my hand on the bow of the ribbon tied spectacularly around the large gift-wrapped wedding present. “Because then we’ll have to wrap it up again and pretend we don’t know what it is.” “But we do know what it is, don’t we? […]

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Apology

January 21, 2016

“I demand an apology,” you said, slightly off balance and leaning over me. “What for?” I asked, aware of the smell of vodka martinis on your breath. “For all those times you could have told me you loved me, but didn’t.” “You’re drunk,” I said, smiling. “That bucks’ party got to you. This is not […]

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White

January 20, 2016

So strange the concept of whiteness in people. As if any of us are white really. How about the person? Who is the person beneath the skin and how does their skin color affect their personality, their choices, their experience of living in this world. Can we have some compassion for the person beneath the […]

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Moving violations

January 19, 2016

I ride my bicycle every day Aggressive in a way I like Committing small crimes On the way to work Running red lights Riding on the sidewalk Pretending To be a pedestrian With a bicycle helmet Wheeling a bicycle With pedestrian aspirations Of getting to work On time

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Ready

January 19, 2016

“I’m ready,” she said, throwing herself across the bed. “Ready for anything.” He turned from the desk where he had been paying their bills and looked at her. She had taken off her work clothes and was lying on top of the sheet in her negligee, the one she reserved for the nights when she […]

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On the phone

January 19, 2016

When am I ever not on the phone? That used to be a question that meant I might have been a talker, yakking to my friends and family at every opportunity. These days, I barely speak, but am more likely to be staring intently at the small screen. My phone seems to be the center […]

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