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A little moment today. A single moment. I spent the afternoon and evening at the girls’ school. A celebration of the end of the school year and of . . . an end. The girls’ school is being shut down. Budget cuts. Maj is headed off to Junior High next year. Kallan is headed …Liminal moment
I love the smell of clover. It smells of honey and grass and sleepiness to me. It smells of silent friendship. Of the ache of motherhood. And blood. I picked a few of the round white flowers this afternoon as I walked around the neighborhood . . . breathed deeply of their fragrance. Stepped …Clovered scent For the longest time, I had a wart on my thumb. Right-hand thumb, just at the joint . . . so that the best way to show someone this wart was to give a thumbs-up sign. I am not a woman of rampant thumbs-upping, so it was not a big deal. I did sometimes …Thumbs-up! A panicked scream from the other end of the house. Uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! The scream is running toward me, so I don’t get up from my chair. Uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! Closer. Iiiiii uuunnnnngggg eee-iiinnnnnngg! Stomping down the stairs. Iiiiii uuunnnnngggg eh eee-iiinnnnnngg! I have no idea what she is saying, so I turn to …Eee ah eeks! |
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