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The Elusiveness of Consistent Effort

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: The trips out to my insanely untended ‘Victory Garden’ have become more infrequent as the dread at finding still more tomatoes grows. Our neighbor, a man with a new-found farmer avocation, comes by every few days with bags of tomatoes, small ones, medium ones, giant ones. I add them to the tomatoes I pick from the tangled vines of my pitiful garden. The tomatoes are relentless. They aren’t connected to me in any way. They would grow in the middle of a road. They are stronger than me and they know it. When I trudge through our overly shaded yard to the spot of…

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By Any Other Name

She slept with her partner on an inflatable mattress that they carried around with them. They had their own blankets, too. When I came to the homeless warming room in the morning, they would always be set up against the wall, same spot every night. He would be up and about, busy folding their blankets…

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10 Butterflies

I am changing my writing life. First of all, I am having an actual writing life rather than a writing pastime which is what I had before. I still look at sundown as the cue to start writing and start drinking, those two activities having gotten linked years ago. I’m disentangling the two, though it…

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Turning 70

I feel my bravado weakening. Last night, lying in bed with my husband, I told him that unless I killed myself in the next 45 minutes I was going to become a 70-year woman at midnight. And then I went to sleep. This morning he asked me if all the reflection about my birthday was…

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Snow Day

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I am getting used to the idea of being happy without condition, without footnotes to clarify and tone down what might be taken for contentment. I like the gratitude movement but it reads like a bumper sticker to me. What I’m talking about isn’t a list and doesn’t have rounder and rounder happy faces. It maybe has snow and a shovel, a car getting stuck, a wet glove, an unpaid bill, a bad reflection, a conversation that goes nowhere. It isn’t a rejoicing moment. It’s just what is, what’s happening today.

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Plenty

I eschew bare cupboards. I want the cupboards to be full, not to overflowing, but well-stocked so I know that if all else fails, there will be pasta with butter and Parmesan cheese. My mother kept powdered milk in the cupboard in case we ran out of real milk and it would be a while…

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Unsaddled

I am only now realizing how tiresome I must have been back in the days when I had to be the smartest person in the room or die trying. Correcting people’s facts, adding ‘clarification’ that no one asked for, and always, always wanting to have the idea or turn of phrase that everyone kept repeating…

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Minnie and BowWow Discuss Gluttony

BowWow: It sucks that the old man is calling me Ham Sandwich. I don’t go around calling him names when he eats too much. Minnie: You didn’t just eat too much, BowWow. You ate the holiday ham. I heard the lady say they paid $52 for that ham. BowWow: I’m sorry but the lady –…

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