Gleaned from washer lint traps and waste cans in the homes she cleaned, and bits of colored rag tumbleweed littering the streets, she stirred up a kaleidoscope slurry. Imagining the letters from the discarded scrap rearranging themselves into new stories, she washed away the inappropriate words with the other dregs. Doctor in hand, she spread … Continue reading Infected fonts
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Ripples
Think of all the stars in our universe like all the grains of sand on all the beaches on Earth. A number so vast, so incalculable, that for sake of argument, you could claim there is an infinite number of grains. When, in reality, it’s a finite number. At some point, the depth of sand … Continue reading Ripples
House warming
Crossing through the doorway, the smell that greeted me was redolent of wet leaves blanketing the floor of a deep, dark forest - a sweet and earthy fragrance. The wild woods were taking over the ruins, reclaiming what it could. From the road, the abandoned building showed little resemblance to its former self. As I … Continue reading House warming
Broken bones
It’s been two full days, and our new fur kid, Asta, is assimilating nicely. She’s not as shy, coming to us when we call, and letting us pet and hold her. She’s playfully interacting with our older dog, Hershey, and seems comfortable in her new home. One reason we were so charmed by her, is … Continue reading Broken bones
Wild blue yonder
Today’s Blue Light Special is free time. Time to walk around an empty house without stepping on errant Lego bricks. Time to eat lunch while it’s still warm without tiny fingers snatching bits from your plate. Time to savor the smoky aroma of fresh brewed coffee, when you long for the greasy, sweet scent of … Continue reading Wild blue yonder
Mother monologue
The job is a bitch. More and more tasks get added to an already insane schedule. Things you never signed up for, things you know beyond a doubt you’re not qualified to perform. This is not ‘on-the-job’ training. It’s just throw her to the lions, then make her clean up the carnage. When I made … Continue reading Mother monologue
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