Unlearning To Be_A Little Giving_We're OK Now_Marks On a Door Frame
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Unlearning To Be
“I can see it now.”The voice of the man on the radio was very familiar to the boy, even though he had never met the man. He spoke loudly, always just below a yell, and he used a lot of words that the boy didn’t understand. He spoke with an energy that made the boy feel nervous, like there lurked some danger around the next bend in the road, just out of sight. Papa seemed to like him though. He always listened to him in the car on these long rides. “I can see it. A nation of coddled, man-children. Of course, I’m not supposed to say that. Pretty soon, you won’t even be allowed to say ‘men’ anymo...
A Little Giving
Rose was tremendously excited about the money. This month the rent and utilities would drain everything that was left in her meagre savings account, and then what? She was tired of her strict budget. Her pension covered less of her living expenses every year, and now her savings had run out. Until the phone call. She couldn’t believe her luck.‘Good morning, this is Deepak Sharma from Wwww.onedoor.ccorldwide Charities. How are you today? Am I speaking to Mrs Rose Phillipson?’‘Ye-es,’ said Rose, suspicious. Someone asking for money. What would it be this time?‘I am calling to offer you a unique opportunity wh...
We're OK Now
Hi. It’s me. Again. We turn 30 this week. Whaaaaat? I know, I know, where does the time go? They say it flies when you’re… working, paying bills and trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you, right? No, that can’t be it. As you know, it obviously hasn’t been all sunshine and roses, but lately it hasn’t been a complete pile of dog shit either. So, progress?For starters, I drove a car for the first time in 10 years. OK, that one time that mom cut off her finger chopping potatoes does not count. I was certainly having a full blown panic attack driving her to the ER that I totally don’...
Marks On a Door Frame
She stood against the door frame and faced forward, but she was wiggling too much. “Stand Still” he told her, and there was a smile in his voice when he said it. She looked up at her dad. “And toes together, put your back against the wall…” He was looking at the straight edge he held at the top of her head, and drawing a bold line with a permanent black marker. When she stepped away from the door frame she had to raise her eyes to see the new mark. “Look how much you’ve grown!” He said, and gave her a little pat on her back. Together they studied the space between the new line and the one ...