Veronica's Meltdown_Playground Memories_The Song of the Beech Tree_The Rippling Mirror of Time
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Veronica's Meltdown
Veronica’s Meltdown“I quit!”, Veronica repeated, “I’m done!” Looking around she noted the grocery store had continued to fill with people. Mostly women, a few harassed-looking mothers with children in tow. All wearing reserved, “mission-ready” faces. Guarding their eyes, the shoppers searched and scanned shelves, yet avoided unnecessary eye contact with others as they pushed their carts down the aisle. The moment Veronica entered the parking lot, she knew it was a bad idea to come on a Saturday morning. After circling the parking lot twice, she finally located a tight space between two oversiz...
Playground Memories
Playground Memories“Hi. My name is Kyle. What’s your name?” “Hi. It’s Cari. I just moved here.” “Is that your mom over there?” “Yeah.” “She’s talking to my mom.” “Oh.” “Dowww.onedoor.cc you like it here?” “It’s ok. My mom said we had to move on account of my mom and dad split up.” “Oh. That’s too bad. Hey but it’s nice here in Hightown. What grade will you be going in when the summer is over? “Fourth grade.” “Hey me too. Maybe we will be in the same class. That way you won’t feel alone, you’ll have me.” “That would be fun.” “Do you have a pool at your new house?” “No, not yet, but my mom said we can get one...
The Song of the Beech Tree
The wind whistled through the great maple tree that stood in the center of the front yard of the Davison Family Farmhouse. A little girl swung lazily and carefree in a tire swing tied to the tree. The house was pearl white with oxford blue shutters, there were hydrangeas planted in the front of the house and decorative flowerpots with pansies on both sides of the door. A long slate rock sidewalk led down to a rocky driveway with lanterns intermittently placed on the sides. The driveway curved in a long roundabout way that created a circle that branched off to the barn in the shape of a “Q.”Th...
The Rippling Mirror of Time
As much as a long, deep exhale calms the nervous system, de-cluttering calms the soul. It’s been proven to help with anxiety; getting rid of junk helps the scatterbrained feel more collected and can cause the organized a level of satisfaction akin to orgasm.But clutter is the language in which the sentimental speak, and without it, it can render one feeling listless and alone. It’s for these reasons and likely more that I held onto these clothes as long as I did. They are a portraiture of a life long passed - a life I’d be hard-pressed to believably describe now; my children would laugh in my ...