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I'll Be Just Fine

“It’s not like you’re ugly,” she says. “I don’t understand.” I’m in my mid-thirties and unmarried. It is source of contention between my mother and me.

I will admit that I at one time I had a wedding binder where I kept magazine cutouts of dresses, flower arrangements and so forth. I imagined my groom as 90s Denzel Washington or Brad Pitt. My groom and I would dance to Always and Forever by Heatwave and we’d live forever in a colonial with a bright painted yellow door. I threw that binder out nearly 20 years ago.

Take Time For You

One day I got really irritable with myself because I spent the majority on a forum based roleplay rather than get any "actual" writing done. I told myself I had wasted the day doing nothing.

But as I got to thinking about it, I thought how much time do we waste going places we don't really want to or working jobs we really don't enjoy? How much time do we spend in a crowded room when we feel alone? How much time do I need to spend doing things to actually be productive?

Slice of Life, ReflectionLinda M. CrateFebruary 21, 2019self love, self care, efficiency is overratedComment

Process

I’m not the person I used to be, though the look is similar. Just like my hair turns red then grey, I’m always changing.

ReflectionJD DeHartFebruary 20, 2019growing, growing up, aging, philosophyComment

Hazel River

Right now I am alone, in this Hazel River home, sitting in front of a fire, the one I have been feeding with twigs and old limbs I have scoured from the woods outside the door. I have thought of this, my alone time, to write and feel the quiet, and think outloud, I could do this, do this alone, rent a spot so beautiful as this, and feel the reverance of nature’s church for a few days. I could do this.

Relationships, ReflectionLee SowderFebruary 20, 2019nature, reflecting on nature, serenity, coming to an endComment

Supper at a Monastery

During my retreat, meals were sometimes an issue. We ate with the brothers, usually in silence. I had noticed after the first meal that there was no trash can for plate scrappage, just a tray for dishes, a small tub of soapy water for utensils, and an even smaller tub for dirty napkins.

Slice of LifePam JamesFebruary 19, 2019awkward situations, being polite, picky eater, monasteryComment

Kitchen Magic

We are sitting around watching MSNBC this morning when my husband says, “Those kids sitting around that table, yesterday; that was just magical!”

Relationships, Slice of LifeCarolyn TuckerFebruary 14, 2019children, parenting, family, magic of familyComment

THE CAR WASH

Today was beautiful, sunny and warm. I decided it was a great day
To get my car washed. I drove over
To the Flag Stop car wars and couldn't believe the number of cars
Lined up to be washed. I decided
There was nothing pressing on my
Agenda, so I sat back and waited for
My turn.

Poetry, Slice of LifeBetty BadgettFebruary 14, 2019car wash, day to day life, inspirationComment

That long

In ten minutes, wow. At 4am on February 5th, exactly one month away from my estranged wifes birthday. Cant say I feel much different than a few years ago. Being by myself, and traveling through a life shift every two years seems to be a spiritual cycle for me. From Queens NY, to North Carolina, To Maryland, back to New York, to Australia, Back to New York.

Reflection, RelationshipsAnonymous February 13, 2019family, life goes on, gratefulnessComment

Things I know

THINGS I KNOW are things I’ve been told or things I pieced together and repeated out loud enough times that I can no longer discern fact from imagination.

My parents met and married in Hawaii. She wore a baby yellow shift dress, though, I didn’t see it until three decades later so maybe it was just yellowed. Did the sleeves bell? Did the hem curve?

Relationships, ReflectionSara MatthewsFebruary 13, 2019family, memories, family secrets, parentsComment

Just Another Break

I’ve been through more break ups than I can count. My first break up happened before my first kiss. I left Jesus one Sunday morning, as his blood and body lay in front of me, an offering I denied in tears of guilt.

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