I have several friends who live out of state. I rarely see them and our
friendships, which used to be so intimate, have grown distant. While we all
want to stay in touch, life often prevents us from doing so minus the texts and
Facebook status updates we trade—and even those are less frequent then we’d like. Our friendships seem reduced to
100-word impersonal musings and memes about husbands, kids and milestones
and/or the annual girls’ night or weekend.
Five Senses: A Short Work of Fiction
She died on a Tuesday, before her
nail appointment, but after electrolysis. Karen remembered the way the homeless
man shuffled his feet, one of his shoes cut in two. He’d pieced them together
with what looked like a metal hanger. She thought him quiet clever, but didn’t
tell him so. The man smelled of lemons and piss. The lemons were from her
childhood, but the piss belonged to him.
Incarceration & Childhood: 5 Alarming Similarities
Recently I watched an old episode of Scared Straight. On the show parents send their out of control children to live amongst prisoners so they will get their shit straight before they actually end up in real prison. While watching I realized three things:
Ghosts
As I walk through my home, the one I make with my children, there
are ghosts everywhere--reminders of the person I used to be. My grandmother's
dining room table, bought when I was in eighth grade, just before Christmas, was
inherited after her death. The children use it to color pictures and draw
worlds culled from their imaginations. The chairs, already reupholstered once,
wear the various stains a life with children dictates, and the wood is wearing
down and uneven.
8,614 Reasons Mom Never Goes The F*ck To Bed
The kitchen clock is the only one I see as I deposit more ice cubes into my glass. The big hand is on the outfield, while the little one rests by the bleachers. I attempt to calculate, but my mind refuses. Annoyed, I head to the living room to find the easy to read digital numbers on the cable box.
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7 Movie Quotes From The 1980's That Really Got Me...and Still Do
As I approach mid-life and my own son gets closer to his high school years, I often find myself thinking back and recalling some of the feelings I had during my teen years. I wonder how I will pass along advice, wisdom and guidance when he needs these things. In an effort to bridge the age gap I recently rewatched a few of the movies I grew up with in the 1980’s and realized, minus the cell phones and social media, little has changed in the teenage realm. I remembered quoting the really great lines from these iconic movies of my youth in the hallways between classes, or while I talked with friends over cold, barely-edible cafeteria pizza.
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