thematically fickle

While dragging my luggage up the main street of a London suburb last month, I noticed something sticking to the backs of my thighs. To my horror, that something was my ass. With each step, I felt the bottom of my bottom alternately peel away and then suction itself back against my legs. It was [...]

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I woke up this morning in what I like to refer to as Soap Star Mode. Just like Hope Brady coming out of a coma, I had a smile on my face, last night’s lipstick matted on my lips, all my makeup in tact, hair full and bouncy with just enough muss to it. [...]

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Wanderlust compelled me to cash in Ruby’s burgeoning college fund for two tickets to Europe. That’s right. Only two. Last month, Sam and I left the kid behind with her grandparents wrapped around her finger. Of course, I’m only kidding about spending her life savings; her tuition coffer is intact. But sacrifices were necessary for [...]

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We’re back home and trying to readjust to the time zone. I’m wiped out—a chocolate mess, as The Gaydi Project would say. I can hardly form coherent sentences. Then again, maybe synaptic lapses are due to ingesting toxic amounts of butter and cheese.
Tonight we went for sushi with Ruby and Sam’s parents, who are staying [...]

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Deb is at it again. The bold portion is her prompt. The rest is me. 250 words or less. Ten minutes. Go.
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“Wait!” I screamed after her, “Your hat!”
She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh [...]

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(*Slightly re-vamped and completely regurgitated from a previous blog post. To my very kind and faithful readers—all my you-go-girl!ers and even to my I-read-your-blog-because-I-love-to-hate-youers— my apologies for being redundant.)
I don’t know what got into me with Ruby’s birthday festivities this year, but I put it in my head that I had to perform like a [...]

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(From Deb, this week’s prompt—or, guest prompt, rather—is to write a fable with a moral at the end, á la Aesop. Ten minutes or less. 250 words or less.)
The little red-eyed tree frog yawned, blinked his third eyelids twice and stretched his sucker pads wide. He shuddered. He sighed. He looked down from his perch [...]

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Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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I glanced at the clock as I reached for my purse flopped on the passenger seat. It was 10:56 a.m. and I needed to hustle. I got out of my car and noticed the dark blue BMW X5 parked directly across from me. Not because I generally notice BMW X5s—expensive cars don’t blow my hair [...]

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(Ten minutes or less, 250 words or less. This week, the inspiration comes from a poem, “The Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock” by Wallace Stevens.)
The last thing I saw was rain. Or drops of it, anyway. I mostly remember one sparkling bead shivering on the green tip of the yellow-veined magnolia leaf. Since then, it’s only [...]

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