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Pickled
We were at the grocery store and there was a pyramid of sugary name brand cereals on display. My son, George reached for one of the more brightly colored boxes emblazoned with a collection of animated figures. Out of curiosity- I read the long list of ingredients and thought; this type of aggressive marketing-aimed at children…
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Prank call
The day before we were due to leave for our trip up north-I was busily trying to get as much done in perpetration for our trip. My son-George, was still struggling with his emerging canines and doing his best to thwart my efforts. So, I put my phone on airplane mode and allowed him to scroll…
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Could be our last…
I recently finished a novel where one of the characters has a genetic disorder- in which – he’d spontaneously time travel – leaving his wife behind to worry-sometimes fume- in his absence. I found the characters to be two dimensional and- seemingly- not inhabiting the wisdom- I deemed, equivalent to some of the experiences they…
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Marionette
We spend Thursday mornings at a local gym-along with other 0-3 year olds scrambling through obstacle courses. On our way out Id typically change my sons diaper in our makeshift changing station in the trunk of our car- but, this day-it was raining-so, I waited for the restroom. We waited and waited and-my son, George…
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Swivel
I was sitting with my son, George – as he finished his meal and I was admiring our potted fern on its shelf in the dining room. I thought of its life- and-how, without knowing of plants vital role in the symbiotic relationship of everything- and, just simply by the looks of it- one could deem…
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begin again. and, again.
I heard your neighbor shot himself in his backyard. “No- it was in his front yard” she said. I had heard the story a few days earlier from my mother in law. The story did not stir up meditations on death, impermanence or- the suffering inherent in the transitory nature of reality-instead, I focused on the particulars.…
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Poopy
After the sudden death of my brother – my partner and I flew down to Miami. It was a time where every moment felt charged and nothing felt arbitrary. Probably what inspired my husband to remember his experience with a palm reader – a memory that stood out from his early 20s. This prompted me into action…
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I don’t know anything
To gain entry into Cloud Cuckoo Land, Aethon must correctly answer a riddle. “He that knows all that learning ever writ, knows only this.” The correct answer is “nothing.” Recently finished a wonderful novel entitled “Cloud Cuckoo land“. The author interweaves stories – past and present, that left me with that elusive feeling – of being…
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Independencia
I’ve always felt a little uncomfortable with saying ‘my husband’. Maybe it’s just my nature to be contrary to the way things are done and, besides – it seems him and I did very little to orchestrate the series of events that led us to being married out at sea with a crazy captain and his…
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Head North
As all three of my readers may have noticed- I did not publish a post last week. I was in the midst of writing one and the three of us -my partner, our son and myself – took a trip up north. After just having been there a day in a half – the post…
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Exploring consciousness through the everyday
