Just Keep Swimming_Sun Goes Down_The Shirley Doll_First Christmas Snow
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Just Keep Swimming
Swim practice ends behind schedule nowadays, to the point of where the stars are young and frantically zigzag through the air. We also note the tiny dots could be satellites, orbiting at a snail’s pace. We never know. And to be honest, it doesn’t matter to me whether the kids leaning out their windows wish on a hot ball of galactic plasma or a hunk of metal and antenna. In fact, I couldn’t care less. My swim kids aren’t stupid like that and they wear nothing but Speedos and one-pieces. They all look the same in the end, shivering and hugging themselves with legs that have droplets racing down ...
Sun Goes Down
There are different roles we play in life. How with each person we share a relationship with, only know a variation of our true selves. Proportions. Not the whole but the unfinished puzzle image of missing pieces. Where the incomplete design upon inspection represents the parts we decline revealing. We are willing to give some of this but none of that, to which those around us can have a false sense of knowledge of who we are. While in reality, we remain withholding the missing pieces in treasure boxes with a lock and key in order to feel safe. And it's our right. It's our right to pick and ...
The Shirley Doll
My mom passed away at age 94, having lived a full and beautiful life. After taking some time to grieve, I pulled myself together and, as Trustee for her estate, started taking care of her affairs. In different waves, I worked with my sister and brother and also with my own kids to meticulously go through all of her belongings. My mom was very organized, there were no piles of old magazines, or stacks of unopened mail lying around. In fact, in her later years, she was always on top of things – no longer the procrastinator she was in my younger years. My mom and I were extremely close, but oddly...
First Christmas Snow
On Christmas Eve morning Jenny mouse woke to the sounds of great excitement from her children. Dressing as quickly as she could she rushed downstairs to see what was happening. Every pane of glass in the kitchen wiwww.onedoor.ccndow was covered by a head looking out at the big white things falling down from the sky.When the children saw Jenny, they rushed toward her, all talking all at the same time. “One at a time,” she smiled, as she looked down at little Pip, who was jumping up and down in her usual excited way. "The big white things falling out of the sky are all over the garden", Pip squealed. Jenny w...