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Hockey Pucks and Wwww.onedoor.ccool Wastelands
Crocheting.Knitting.Bread making.She had tried it all, but nothing was fitting, nothing was working and she knew she had to. She needed something to relax. She kept feeling like she was getting sick. She knew it was just the pandemic getting to her.This was going to be her moment, her year. She was finally going to get that promotion she wanted.She was going to be successful and her parents wouldn’t have an excuse to come out here and argue that she should go back to the private sector. She didn’t want to. She liked her job in the press office of the State Department. There was something abou...
I heard it though the grapevine
Have you ever heard the saying "Your worst enemies can be your strongest allies." This is the story of how that happens in life.Darleen Johnson and Brenda Brewer lived on opposite sides of the tracks. In the little town of Grapevine, Texas that was how we were segregated in the 60's. This was an old agricultural community that at one time had 6 cotton gins, a feed mill and lots of dairy farms. In the 70's it was beginning to transform into a suburb between 2 cities that were growing like wildfire. Darleen was the daughter of a home builder. Some years they were lacking for nothing, and some ye...
A Dream in Color
Down the river, around the bend, washing over the hours I’ve spent… alone.White walls caging in white floors, white tiles, the adhesive between the edges all I have to work with. White tiles, white walls, white memories make white rooms.Wallpaper peeling, wrapping back up - adhesive between the tiles. I walk my fingers along the grooves between the whiteness, as if through a… trail? Words I didn’t know I knew, words I forget. Memories I think I had long ago. A white room, white tiles, and white walls, and a tendency to suck the sound from the space, to suck the space from itself.Flowers. What...
You Can Sleep in Your Own Bed
#10 You can eat and drink whatever you want, whenever you wantShelly’s mouth tastes sour and stale, like a hard brown lime. It’s really unfair, she thinks, to feel nauseous on top of everything else. Emotionally, she wants a fudgy chocolate brownie. With peanut butter frosting. In fact, she wants to be held by a fudgy chocolate brownie with peanut butter frosting, and fall asleep in its embrace. That’s the most comforting thing she can imagine. Physically, however, the thought of consuming anything makes her stomach acid boil. Can she handle some toast? Ew. Pretzels? No thank you. She sips ice...