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Monthly Archive for November, 2012

Mystery ‘Meat’

There was no secret ingredient in our tuna fish sandwiches yesterday. Which didn’t stop our son from asking what kind of fish we were eating. He looked at each of us. Confident one of us knew. “What kind of fish do you think we’re eating,” my husband entertained. We all chomped and smirked. Our son […]

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Awareness 101

It was nothing profound. But then maybe it was. I’d noted aloud with my spoon pointing at each kid that every time they returned to the table they scooched to a new seat. They looked at each other. They looked at the table. They noted to some degree the… Smeared refried beans hardening where someone […]

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Running in Heels

What was it like, he wanted to know. He’d tapped my arm as we left my closet. His eyes trusted my answer. “Was it…was it really hard?” he asked. And I’d smiled. “Go find out.” Which was when my son dove back into my closet and emerged aglow, shuffling in my high heels. For two […]

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Story Book Love

Seems I’m a sucker for this scene. Her and him. Him and her. Squished side-by-side on the same couch cushion. Sharing sentences and sentiment.

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The New Thanksgiving

Minus our son who was jogging in place in his underwear and who’d already spent two-seconds on his bed time prayer, we had our eyes closed. Sort of. My husband was the last to pray. At which time he droned from the doorway his gratitude for this and that. “…and thank you for this holiday,” […]

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Grandpa’s Gift

One day my nephews will stand at the mirror and grin as they slide up the ties they have knotted themselves. Ties whose skinny tails they have not tucked into their pants to hide. Nor shoved mysteriously between two buttons. One day. But for Thanksgiving, it is grandpa who ties. Grandpa who measures and winds […]

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The Tunnel of Love

There is something about a tunnel that emanates love. A tunnel of grandparents and dads, sisters and moms. A cousin or two. That says we’re proud of you. We celebrate you. Win. Loss. Or tie. Which is why their feet race with abandon from the field. Why their hands stretch to high-five. And why small, […]

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Semi-truck Sentiment

“Oh no!” my son cried. He pointed with concern to the semi-truck merging into the lane beside us. We flipped our eyes to the right and noted the energetic engine without a load bustling around the bend of highway 512. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to us. But my son sighed worriedly, “poor little […]

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Holiday Cheer

The Graham Post Office clerk stood behind the counter with a limp do, a do that had tried to repair a previous do, but had left her instead with hair the color of  nothing. Like worn carpet. She seemed run over in years of past pain and present unhappiness, as she acknowledged no one in […]

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Hidden Heroes

I realize it isn’t much. But it’s all I have to offer. Which is why I call my dad. Every year. On Veteran’s Day. To say… “Happy Veteran’s Day, Dad!” Happy. Veteran’s. Day. As if there is such a thing. And my dad, whose voice always cuts out  in disbelief, squeaks, “you’re calling for me?” […]

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