Wanderlust
Up early this Saturday morning. Coffee and a spoonful of peanut butter while I wait on some biscuits to brown. I’ve got the sprinkler running out back, trying to soak the beds and save the flowers from...
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Monday morning, 10 a.m.
I’m stealing a moment or two from the day to sit down and write, something I have less and less time for as the time marches onward. In a little bit I’ll head out to my eye doctor’s office for my...
View ArticleThe line between what is and what could have been
I look at Holden and I still cannot believe he is here. That he is so beautiful and so sweet and so smiley and so ours. It is amazing and heartbreaking all at once to know how differently things could...
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Spinning
It’s 10 p.m. and I’m sitting at a blue plastic table, sipping a canned Coke. I’m surrounded by banks of whirring silver washing machines, and I’ve figured out that by sitting at this table, I can feel...
View ArticleFiling
This life springs people and circumstances into your orbit you must evaluate and categorize carefully should they prove useful or harmful or worth more time than you initially thought. Or less. It is...
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The Turner Chin
Thirtysomething female in natural habitat, from unflattering angle One of the ways in which you can pinpoint the source of my DNA is my weak chin/double chin. This thing torments me. It’s particularly...
View ArticleDeep thoughts while hating pants
They call it a wardrobe because every day you just have to get in there and do battle.
View ArticleI will say this for the Universe
She can be cold and she can make you sweat one hell of an existential sweat, but she will come through at the right time with the right hook to keep you turning the page.
View ArticleYou only get the one
You know that thing where people write their past selves a letter? Sometimes I think about doing that, and it would be sassy and start off with something like “You think things are going to get less...
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Unexpected momentum
Tonight I was leaving work and taking the stairs because the elevator is out, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the stairwell window. And I was sort of taken aback by the sight of myself — my hair...
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Seven years
It occurred to me this afternoon that, as of this month, I’ve been back in Nashville for seven years. That’s just six months shy of my time in Memphis. I still get pangs of homesickness for Memphis,...
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