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Epizeudy Boogie-Woogie 22

Epizeudy Boogie-Woogie

When I think about the rhythm of my existence, the words “West Coast freestyle” cross my mind, as does a brief Lambadic beat, but ultimately I have to admit the cadence of my life is most aptly labeled “semesterlyish.” Back when I was in college, during the “who’ll-shove-Alexis-Carrington-into-a-fountain-this-week?” decade of...

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The Spindly Nasturtiums 17

The Spindly Nasturtiums

Photos like these remind my head to think nice things about these miniature people– lest the only thought in my brain regarding them be, “Horton hears a tinkle, but what age do y’all need to be before the pee actually goes into the toilet instead of getting mopped up by...

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I Commend My Spirit 23

I Commend My Spirit

The thing about being in one’s forties is that there’s a humbling amount of perspective. As I look behind me and see the wee charmers nipping at my heels and then look ahead of me and glimpse the sometimes quick and easy slide to the grave, it’s hard to have...

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Just Sayin’ 34

Just Sayin’

 This Is Just To Say** by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold. This “found” poem, originally a note Williams stuck on the fridge for his...

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Riddle You That 25

Riddle You That

  Overheard tonight here at the compound: Groom to me: “Wow. Good thing we have these paper towels–because this thing is dripping with honey.” Any guesses?

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Duluth, Minnesota, Versus Manhattan, The Island 31

Duluth, Minnesota, Versus Manhattan, The Island

Groom and I have been feeling lately that we have too much time and money and not nearly enough stress. It’s all “wake up late, stare at the lake, water the seedlings, play some Doodle Dice, go for a trail run, grill a pork roast, read in Jeffrey Toobin’s THE...

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Aloha Pillow Talk 25

Aloha Pillow Talk

  I often trudge, stone-faced, through the hours of 9 a.m.-8 p.m. At 8:01 p.m., however, I go all Tom-Cruise-On-Oprah’s-Couch. Without fail, once darkness falls, the quarter slides into my internal jukebox, and I light up, song lyrics tumbling from my lips; spontaneous-yet-well-choreographed musicals high kicking it in the kitchen;...

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Sound of a Funky Drummer 24

Sound of a Funky Drummer

I am an enormous pain in the hinders. On the other hand, I am also a tuition-paying student at the Flava Flav School of Elusive Charm. Flav and me? We tote our clocks; we sport our grillz; we hook up with statuesque Nordic types; we view life as a cost-effective...

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Just Where I Am 38

Just Where I Am

I’m typing this while sitting atop a brick red duvet, leaning back against a bright-purple down pillow. On the tv is a re-run of the Saturday Night Live hosted by Tina Fey (blogging troubador Furiousball best described her as “one of the women I’d like to lick the make-up off...

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Species:  Dinkus Dorkus 27

Species: Dinkus Dorkus

  So have you ever thought to yourself, “Well, now, Martha, hasn’t it been an age since we’ve had a nice photo with the kids? And looksie-looksie: we seem to be at that rare moment in time when everyone is clothed and within yodeling distance of a bath! Yes, let’s...

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