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January first is a magical red number day, where all my bad habits will go away

  January first is three days away. January first is a magical red number day, where all my bad habits will go away. I will make a list of activities I am resolved to  start on January first. The start of the year is the best day to start a new habit.  I will stop sleeping late and […]

How to find rest in real life, not The Game of Life

  Christmas Day was two days ago. I shut the door to the laundry room.  I was going to rest and enjoy the day. There was no rest, I still had to cook and eat. There were dirty dishes, there was still life to deal with. Real life, not the game of Life we bought […]

The teacher was in front of her students

In first grade my teacher was trying to teach us the meaning of two phrases: behind, and in front of. “Would the person in front of Mary answer this question?” Mary sat in front of me. I sat behind Mary. However, I was in front of Mary from the teacher’s point of view. The words […]

Do you have a dream to be a writer? Did you know you already are?

I have always wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories when I was in grade school. I wrote stories in college. I wrote stories after I graduated. My stories were filed in the  cabinet under: Pamela Writing. No one  read my stories. I had no feed back. In January of this year I started […]

The Mystery of the grocery list in the parking lot

I saw the folded piece of paper at my feet when I went to put my groceries in the back of my van. It was folded neatly in half and half again. I found it at 4:32 PM on a fall day in Pennsylvania. I was with my youngest daughter. I don’t know if I would […]

Today I cried

  I  have never cried for eight year old me. Today I cried. Today I cried for the girl with the pink bedspread. Today I cried for Annalisa and Pilar and Shelley and Lisa and Renee and Robin. Today I cried for you. I cried tears for the sad in me and the sad in you. […]

“Mommy, I have a secret.”

  I called my mother and asked her if she remembered when I told her my secret; the secret I had promised, the man we called Uncle Carl, to keep. She said, “I remember, you told me a few days after he left.” I remember telling her. I remember what I said. I have a […]