Tag: dailyprompt
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My dream home
My home is a good home. It’s not new. She came up in the 80s, which means she has stories in the drywall and opinions in the plumbing. We’re the third family to love her, but we’re the ones who raised our kids inside these walls. Back then, the paint didn’t just chip; it became…
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Many a women from grandmother to mother to daughter… and so on
Many a woman from grandmother to mother to daughter, and on and on, has known this truth:only cook it if you mean it. It holds more power than you might think. If you cook it, you do it for you, because you must absolutely have it.But be careful.If it passes the lips of the male…
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What’s with these homies dissing my girl
I Finally Got the Computer In 1995 or 1996, I got my first computer. I think it was an HP Windows 95. On it lived a video of my favorite band at the time, Weezer, playing Buddy Holly. I loved that computer so much. I didn’t just buy a machine, I arrived. Finally. As a…
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Me complain, never… except…
Everyone Else’s Adult Children Are Adulting Better Than Ours (And Other Lies We Tell Ourselves While Smiling Proudly in Public) Everyone else’s adult children are better than ours. Theirs call regularly.Ours text back three days later, if they do at all. Theirs have stable jobs, clean dwellings, clothes regularly washed and put away. Their pets…
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My Sport
Tai Chi Is My Sport. A gentle workout, butYes. It will humble you faster than leg day. I love it. I crave it. If I skip practice, my body files a complaint, and my mind starts free-range panicking. Tai Chi is slow on purpose. Slow removes your hiding places. No momentum. No muscling through. Every…
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When I get a little time, I might read…
The next book on my reading list is one I’ve read already, but it’s been a few years. It’s called “Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!” by Ralph Leighton, Richard P. Feynman. Another book I have queued up is Talking as Fast as I Can by Lauren Graham.
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a memory from a childhood friend ….
The Afterschool “Snack” An old school chum reminded me of something I’d almost forgotten. After school, she’d come to my house and knock, asking if I could come out and play. My dad would answer the door and say, “Not right now. We’re having our afterschool snack.” Calling it a snack was a lie we…
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Grace In Motion 