Category: Writing

Jane

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
I don’t know why but all day I’ve been thinking about Jane.  Two memories collide — the pungent, overpowering body odor wafting down the hallway that announced her arrival minutes before she appeared in my office and the…

The New Lamp

The lamp for the spare bedroom was delivered today. It was packed into the tiniest box, the lampshade rolled up like a scroll from the lord of a neighboring manor. I unfurled it, as they say in the reconstruction of deconstructed cheap lamps business,… Continue Reading “The New Lamp”

Doors

Lest we get too absorbed in the endlessness of the pandemic, let’s talk about the mom and three kids – a teenager and two little ones – who have been living in a hotel room for the past five months after camping out on… Continue Reading “Doors”

Sunday Night Pandemic Style

It helps that it’s dark by 5:00. It makes looking for the last bit of lime in the fridge a hair less decadent. How much I drink (which isn’t really that much although it is as regular as an insulin shot) is off the… Continue Reading “Sunday Night Pandemic Style”

The Peculiar Zen of Meal Prep

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Every now and then, on no particular schedule, when I think I should or when I feel the need for total immersion in a task that is immediate and elemental, I do meal prep. Meal prep is what…

Permanent Limp

The time is passing and the days are okay. Every day that begins and ends healthy is a new visitation of luck. It’s such a weird, almost deforming time, and the longer it goes on, the more I wonder about my own elasticity. When… Continue Reading “Permanent Limp”

The Day of The Cranberry

I started the day with twenty bags of cranberries in my freezer. Having done the math twelve times and then a test kitchen last night, I knew I could get ten servings of cranberry sauce out of each bag, about four more than I… Continue Reading “The Day of The Cranberry”

Everything’s An Accident But This

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
A lot of life is an exercise in the improbable.  You marry someone because of that look. You buy a house because the seller is desperate.  You get a dog because it seems like a good idea at…

Repair

Adages don’t paint People do, white gloss covers All manner of wounds Start where you are Use what you have Do what you can – Arthur Ashe

Swirl’s Chewed Things: Zippered

Hello. I am Swirl. I’m a good boy. A few days ago, I had a problem with some towels. And then there was a string of cloth napkins. There aren’t many of them left. When I ate the one from the seventies with the… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Chewed Things: Zippered”

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