Hold fast. Now is just now, it’s not then. Hold fast.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Natalie.
“What?” my daughter replies. She is much more practical than me. She only hears what is “visible” to her ears, so to speak. Continue reading
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One in the Magic of the Universe
So many impossibles in this world: Life. Creatures. You, and Me. I could count the ways that I feel like a mystery guest as I breathe into each day. I’m on the edge (are you?) between living a life in light or just pretending this will work. The feeling of just doing time, of walking across a frozen river and wondering if I’ll hear a crack, and yours truly will fly away (or under) into a rabbit hole big enough for one. Continue reading
The Invitation
Katy searched for the correct way to reject the invitation. She was not inclined to meet Adam at midnight and drive to the open field 20 minutes away to see some famous “shooting star.” 
Adam was a nice colleague, good-looking in an academic, black-glasses-hiding-thick-black-eyebrows kind of way, with a shy smile. Katy could tell he was interested in her. He acted as if she was a fairy princess who lit up a room whenever she entered. Continue reading
Dare You!
“So, it’s your fault he did that?” Debbie asked.
“Well, it was a dare. I didn’t think he’d actually do it,” Judith said.
“What did you think he’d do?” Debbie stared, perplexed, at her best friend. Judith was a scientist, gorgeous, and somehow successful despite being a scatterbrain.
Judith pondered Debbie’s question. “We’ve been dating for 101 days.”
with a Dash of . . .
I beg Murial for her mysterious cookie recipe. I asked her five years ago, four years ago, three, two and now. Now, I ask her again as I take a small bite of this delicious, delectable cookie.
I feel light, airy, almost otherworldly, which makes no sense. It’s only a cookie.
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