It’s the perfect combination of sweet and savory. I nod in the direction of the woman in the red apron and take my place on the square blue plastic chair, knees raised slightly above the height of the stool. It’s mere seconds between when I sit down to when the plates of food arrive. The …
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It’s a drizzly night. Seems Moldy March is hitting its stride. I pull the bike up the curb and roll along the sidewalk, easing to stop as I lever the kickstand out. I jump off to grab some cash from the ATM There’s no one around It’s late Wait. Actually, there is one being here …
Red Eye
I’m a bit harried this morning. Helmet on, check. Laptop inside bag, check. Door unlocked, check. I know that S will shut things down so once I step outside I can just get going. I close the door, straddle the motorbike, and ease it backwards through the narrow patio. It’s a bit wet on the …
Caught
I’ll see you at home Wait Let’s ride together You go too slow I don’t, though. I think to myself He responds Your bike is way faster than mine, but I still drive faster than you do. I mean You need to drive carefully, you know that, right? He shrugs it off. A teenage moment, …
I Love My Red Shoes
I step outside to see how many leaves are on the patio. It’s not too bad, actually This time of year many of the trees around take a nap. They slumber and twitch and lose their leaves. It’s a signal that soon, heat is coming. I pull my hands up around the laminated pillar as …
Seven
I have quads I could have had quads too if I played it differently! We’ve just sat down to dinner and the cards are on the table for a quick game of Pepito. Dealt like Bridge or Hearts, you arrange your 13 cards into 3 hands in ascending order. 3,5,5. It’s the perfect, fun distraction …
Pages
Sometimes I get lost. I tell my students all the time that I’m a reader And it’s true. I’m not making up tales out of school. But I’m not always quite the type of reader I ask my kids to be. And they always sniff out disingenuity. They are relentless. The truth is, I read …
Separation
Just do a little loop and turn around I yell, seemingly into the ether I have no idea whether he’s heard me or not. And even if he has, it doesn’t seem to matter. We calibrate to see if he’s a fit on Mama’s bicycle. I’m not sure he’s quite there, but when he straddles …
On Loss, II
The storm comes on without warning. It is sudden and immediate. FLASH Sky lit, stunning. I am jolted alert, waking from my sleep walk. It’s the follow-up that shakes me to the core. BOOM Merciless We go about our business, minding our own, when, of all things – a text message – and a link …
There Are Some Things That We Do Not Expect
We find hope and faith and a desperate thirst for freedom sometimes, when we’re least expecting it. I round the narrow way and find myself behind another slow moving bike. Pass the temple gate shrouded by the massive tree which sees over it all. Veer left and left again. I’m sleepy. My slow moving friend …
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