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“Twenty three years of marriage. Twenty three years! Twenty three years and you are in love with one of your clients?” She wasn’t sure what he had been doing all weekend.
She replays the moment over and over. She recognized her father’s truck when she glanced past her best friend and out of the school bus window. She recognized her father. She didn’t recognize the women who turned and leaned toward him. Cat’s head whipped around quickly, to double check, confirm she was mistaken but the vantage had changed and the truck was out of view.
Bread: A Tradition that Transcends
I bake bread. With my palms I push the warm, elastic dough against the counter. My fingers catch the edge of the ball and I pull it towards my body. It is a steady rhythm of push and pull.
“Everyone was perfectly fine with the way things were. Everyone but Mr. Tiger”, I read tracing the words across the page. My other arm wrapped around Sylvan. It is bed time. It could also be nap time, break time, or really any time, because we don’t need an excuse to read this book. It is his favorite. It is my favorite too.
Invisible and Faceless
Reposted, with minor edits, from a January 25th, 2014 post on my personal blog Happy Occidents. "I am sorry, I can't help", she says sliding my tax forms across the table.
The horizon is dark. Clouds are gathering, pulsing with flashes of lightning. She tucks a strand of long dark hair behind her ear and jabs her trowel into the caked soil. She breaks the largest clods with her hands and mounds it up, patting it tight around a cluster of seeds. Zucchini. She scoots over, jabs, mounds, pats. She repeats the motions over and over. Her thighs and lower back ache. She surveys the rows of mounds that contain corn, squash, peppers, tomatoes, potatoes and thinks standing up might be worse. At the far edge of the garden is a dividing line of green between the bare soil and the dry grasses, shrubs and trees beyond. Garlic planted last fall.
- Second Place in Create Your Happiness Challenge
My hands stay busy so my mind can focus. My laptop is set up on a cookie cooling rack, elevated above the surface of the desk which is covered in papers. My notebook is off to the side with bulleted notes capturing the highlights and questions that still remain after eight hours of back to back zoom meetings. The kids have finished another day of distance learning and escaped outside. I need to clean the remnants of lunch from the kitchen counter so I can start dinner. I scoot my chair across the floor which is covered in paper scrap confetti. Every surface is deconstructed paper piles.