Wendy Edson
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Dream Date
"I'm a damn fool," Alice told herself . Alice twirled her glass of Merlot round and round on the scarred tabletop, trying hard to look as if she hung out in local taverns waiting for blind dates with "silver foxes." Every other table was occupied by families or groups. Worse yet, she was on display in the middle of the whole place. Why did she let her friend talk her into signing up for an online dating site for seniors ? She thought she was clever using a twelve year photo, but now she realized the silver fox could see exactly what she looked like on social media. Her daughter in law documented every family event, but she always caught Alice with her eyes shut or her hair a mess after styling by the granddaughters.
By Wendy Edson3 years ago in Humans
The trail to slime
The pandemic lockdown in March 2020 meant no no more group hikes with my hiking club . There was nowhere to go except outside, so I armed myself with trail maps and a compass to start hiking solo. Without companions to chat with on the trail , my hike became a time of leisurely exploration and mediation . There was ample time to slow down and observe the textures of tree bark, the play of light on the budding trees and the forest floor.
By Wendy Edson3 years ago in Wander
Peggy gets a black notebook
Peggy gets a black notebook 1915 "Peggy , come take your baby brother , I can't settle him." Ten year Peggy sighed and closed her composition book. She thought she had a few moments to work on her story, but with eight younger brothers and sisters she was "Little Ma." There was never enough time for going to the library , reading and writing her stories. Someone always needed a clean diaper , feeding, bandaging or watching while Ma cooked, cleaned , sewed and fine washing and ironing for elegant ladies for extra money.
By Wendy Edson3 years ago in Motivation