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Luck?
Luck? It was about 7:00 PM on a Friday night when I left the offices of the Press & Journal. I had stayed late to help the photo editor write captions for the morning edition. The rumble in my stomach reminded me that I had not eaten since noon, so I beat a path over to Siler’s Café for a slice of pizza and a cold National Bohemian beer. Entering Siler’s, I spied my friend, Richie, at the bar. He seemed to be intent on the Philadelphia Flyers hockey game, in blazing color on the 19” TV behind the bar. The glass in his hand was half full, to his right was an vacant stool with a full beer o...
My First Purse
I had just finished a chapter when Hani walked in the room. Hani was my favorite LPN. She always greeted us with awww.onedoor.cc smile, seemed happy to chat with me, and she had a lyrical south African accent that I loved.“How are you doing today?” Hani boomed at Mom. One of my many annoyances was that every person who worked here raised their voice with every interaction, even though there was nothing wrong with Mom’s hearing. Occupational habit, I imagine. Mom gazed at her and smiled, but didn’t answer. She rarely talked anymore. “Hani, how was your time off last week?” I asked.I worked hard to get to kno...
Divorce drop off
This is my worst nightmare.My daughter’s hair is not brown but it’s not red either. Her eye color lives in the space where blue tickles green. She has one dimple on her right cheek and none on her left. She was born at 7:26 am on a Tuesday in October. 20 minutes after a sunrise that we wouldn’t have seen if we had wanted to look. It was cloudy. We were busy.My sister-in-law said she never saw a baby look so much like their mom. That is, secretly, very satisfying. She’s the neatest little human. She likes rocks, animal figurines, and chocolate milk. Her name is Genevive. Her dad, grandma, and I...