It’s been four years since I saw you last. You were just moved into your new room in hospice and I was grateful for the fact that I was able to see your face in person. Covid demanded that families be separated when a loved one was in the hospital, and Mom was the only person that could ever be chosen to visit you when the edict was “one visitor per day only.” But it was decided that you were not getting better after a month long captivity in the sterile environment and papers were signed to move you to…
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Of Course (Dirty Deed)
Finally got off my ass To do a job That I would rather let slide. It was needed More than I thought possible Because I was tired Of feeling so dirty– In all ways. I drove to the place That could make me clean, Frustrated with those That had the same idea. I battled the machine That didn’t want my money And a line formed behind me… Making my Nervousness flair And cause me to be Even more awkward and Spastic–something I could live Without my son being Witness to. I snapped at the helper And inched through the gate…
Add a Little Dash of Panic
The race had been going well so far. I mean, I wasn’t going to win a medal for anything besides participation, but the fact that I had stuck out the entire course was truly enough to warrant such an ubiquitous prize. It was the first year that most of the family decided to attempt the Warrior Dash and it was very exciting to know that I could have such a good showing in front of some of my favorite people. Sweat was dripping down my face and my shorts were rubbing between my thighs, creating twin burning rashes, but I…
A Place Called Vertigo
Hello, hello (hola!) It was our third time to see U2 in concert and it was going so beautifully. The crowd was pumped and Bono was sharing his glorious voice and it was entirely too fantastic. Until it wasn’t. We were extremely grateful for even being in the arena that night but we were nowhere near where we would have loved to have been seated. A problem that could have been rectified fairly easily if we were willing to put our household into extreme debt, but we were neither so spontaneous or dismissive of our station in life to cough…
It’s the Little (and Colorful) Things…
When I first saw the large basket in the middle of the store I felt my jaw drop open and crash to the floor. I stopped so abruptly that if someone had been behind me they would have shoved me straight into one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. And as much as I would like to say that it would have been a completely amazing and splendid occurrence to happen, it actually would have completely broken my heart (not to mention the amazing items that were lovingly displayed in the basket) if something like that had…
Fly the Friendly Skies (Maybe)
It wasn’t like it hadn’t ever happened before. As a matter of fact, it was the third flight I booked, in a row, that was delayed because of a mechanical issue with the plane. When the announcement came through the speaker (awfully soft and tinny for a device right above my head) I could only think that I was living in a farce. A damned inconvenient farce of a situation that I should have absolutely known was going to happen to me. Again. And Again. (And for, of course, the third time in five months.) It’s just the way that…
I Said, “Shake, Rattle, and Roll!”
As I sat on the blistering hot bench, at the peak of the sun’s power, I watched a man come undone. Most other visits I made to the amusement park included my own consumption of thrilling, heart-pounding entertainment, but at that particular moment I was content to just sit and breathe in the world around me. It wasn’t a place that I frequented often and I was always overcome in one way or another by the feelings that would surround me–the happiness, the frustrations, the resignation, the excitement, the…everything. When I decided to sit down on that particular day at…
From One Ice Cream Lover to Another
I remember that it had been another cold day on campus, and dozens of us students were huddling together inside the small lounge near the only food machines for a quarter mile either way. A news channel was droning on and on about something I couldn’t give a flip about and I was finally having a nice moment with a high school friend I hadn’t been able to meet up with for a long while. I remember being hungry and shivery and kind of in a mood. My College Algebra class was kicking my ass and I was fairly certain…
My Most Embarrassing Moments: Part Two (a.k.a. I’m Number One!)
When I look back onto my middle school career, I am often surprised by how much things that happened over decades ago can still make me blush and feel terribly uncomfortable. They’re really not things that I invite back in my life to relive over and over, but, rather, subconscious memories that I never took time to internalize and deal with at the actual moment that they occurred. And, as an adult, when I find myself in an emotional state that I can’t control with the various coping mechanisms I have cultivated over the years, I am wide open to…
A Tale of Irrational Culinary Desire (and Frustrating Summer Road Construction)
It wasn’t supposed to be a troublesome drive home after spending an afternoon bingeing Bridgerton (Again? Yes, again!) with my mom, but I somehow managed to make it exciting and pathetic all at once. The plan had been to eat pizza or “bad for you” equivalent during the show, but I ended up just eating some leftover Mexican food that I had saved from an extremely needed confab with some of my besties that exact morning. Not because I didn’t have it in me to eat just for the sake of eating, but because I just couldn’t bring myself to…









