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You Need to See a Shrink

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: Every time I drive this patch of road, which is almost everyday, I remember being told right at this exact spot, “You need to see a shrink.” I was the passenger in the car. The driver was my friend who was also my boss who used to be a priest and then a therapist. He had come when I called, dropped what he was doing and drove to my house and then took me for a ride down this very hill, figuring if we drove along Lake Michigan, I would calm down and start thinking more clearly. I was hysterical and paralyzed at the…

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Keep the Light On

We’re getting a new President so I decided to move the piano. If this living room was to be where we will be hunkering down during breaks from slaying dragons the next four years, I needed to really bump up the coziness. Reorient, readjust, redefine, rethink. And open up the space. This meant sending my…

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No Pasaran

They’re counting on us to run out of gas. They figure we’ll buckle under the endless hammering, get confused by the scattershot of insults, adapt to a new twisted normal. They think we’ll give up. And we might. But then again, we might not. Maybe we’ll get smarter. Maybe we’ll learn how to conserve our…

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Reconciliation Redux

Eight years ago, after visiting my parents’ graves in Hastings, Michigan, after arranging flowers and sprinkling birdseed to attract the finches my father loved, and after wiping off the moss that had already started to spread on their headstones, I went with my husband to our place on Lake Superior, sat in an old blue…

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Scheherazade

We went to the symphony The conductor was a woman She wore a black suit that sparkled Her arms rose like a ballerina And then became hammers in the air Her power floated everywhere around us She was a balm on our souls  

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6:18

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: “Don’t drop me at the corner. Go up two blocks and turn right. I wanna show you something,” he said, picking up the Chicken Nuggets box and the plastic barbecue sauce packets, sucking the last life out of his giant soda and cramming it all into the McDonald’s bag. She liked it that he bussed his side of the car. He was neat, didn’t expect other people to clean up after him. That’s important, to be tidy, no matter what life throws at you. She started to say this, compliment him on his good behavior and stretch it to fit the rest of his foul life.…

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6:11

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: The car still smelled like french fries from the last time. She cracked the window and looked at her phone shining like a camping flashlight on her lap. She scrolled through Facebook and her email, looking up every few seconds to check the mirrors, see if he was coming down the street. She hated it when he just appeared, his face in the window laughing. Scared her, ruined her calm, her purpose. He tapped. She jumped and then unlocked the passenger door. He bustled in, first one shoulder then the other, thick like a linebacker in his green Army fatigue coat, so many layers,…

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Get Up, Stand Up

For years I told my stories. Younger women friends indulged me. They were patient  and careful with me. I’m an elder so I’m entitled to that tender care though I never asked. They listened to me like I was an old storyteller dressed in heavy robes, holding a carved walking stick, and looking out through…

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Suck It Up, Sweet Pea

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: For two weeks, I have been dreading the start of Master’s Swim. I signed up again because my friend Karen had that look on her face that reminded me that doing Master’s Swim felt great, in the abstract anyway.  While I was actually at Master’s Swim, it was really difficult, the longest hour I’ve spent since childbirth.  The women there were mostly training for triathlons.  That’s originally why Karen and I signed up a few years ago.  We were actually in a triathlon. Here’s us finishing said triathlon.  We finished in a little over three hours, plenty of time for Karen to run to…

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