Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Summer
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Zoë knew there was no place like home. Its foundation was built with love, and each story was dedicated to the protection and safety of this generation, and the next. Tucked back in the foothills of a forgotten forest, security cameras keeping an eye on the wildlife, there was no threat that could get past…
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I don't like the saying, "Safe as houses." Houses hide secrets in crawlspaces. They creak, and moan, and demand a ransom before they'll leave me alone. They shift on their foundations, too. Pieces big and small blow off in windstorms, or blow up when I plug in the back up freezer in the garage. Houses…
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Breaking bread nourishes, but is often less important than the other things that take place around the table. Home is where the idea is spoken, listened to without judgment, and studied from six different viewpoints as the salad is passed. The future takes shape between the pauses in our conversation.
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We did have an argument over doors, didn't we? I don't remember what got us to that stage, but I walked in, you ran out, and wood was slammed against wood. No kind exchanges passed between us for a long time afterward. I'll admit my hospitality has been lacking of late. In fact, I've been…
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The old man who owns the convenience store at the end of the block gave me a few words of advice this morning as I dashed in to pick up half-and-half and tampons. "If you're just concerned with putting one foot in front of the other," he said, "then it's the detour you'll always want…
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It's the inner child who jumps up and down, waving from across the Mighty Wide. The inner child is the one who holds up the flashlight and signals for the other Clubhousers to set down their briefcases and mortgages, and dive headfirst into the Chocolate Sea. Because, you see, I had a real tight grip…
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Sacrifice and salvation trailed two steps in the shadow cast by Evelyn Belmonte. Charity and compassion guided her actions. She never allowed a knock at the door to go unanswered, nor an outstretched hand to remain empty. Evelyn understood life was a balancing act, and treated the unseen with as much dignity as her flesh…
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The market had better light than the last one, and room for miles to stretch a pair of legs. Under the July sky, the barter and exchange that took place was fierce. It was like venturing into the wild without a musket or sharp ax. No way to protect yourself against a shady deal unless…
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Freedom to roam the wide-open spaces and to understand the choices I've made.Through motion of body and presence of mind, all things are possible.No obstacle insurmountable, even Time.
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These are my six sentences to sum up a Sunday, a week, a month. June was slow out of the gate, but it found its footing on the 10th. Too many thoughts and words gummed up the works, and a productive May felt inadequate when held up to June’s exacting standards. The week has been…
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