A year of us | day 192

A year of us | day 192

day 192

Half day of school, runny nose, short nap. We watered the garden, he dug into slurry mud then ran to the tree and down the grassy slope and over to the mailbox and round again. The other two practiced their swings and hit balls off the tee.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 191

A year of us | day 191

day 191

The gold foil letters shimmered on the birthday sign taped over the door. He waited two and a half hours after he woke to open his presents. The streamers swayed in the doorway like an awkward couple at their first school dance. Seven, how did he get there so fast?

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 190

A year of us | day 190

day 190

On the way to the barn, I remembered something she said. We were deep into a conversation about character. “You know, people don’t change.” “So people only change in fiction?” She sat across the room arms folded across her chest like a card player on a winning streak. “Yes, only in fiction.” Until recently, I thought she was wrong.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 189

A year of us | day 189

day 189

The rain came a day late. I was in the middle of writing about Amsterdam, a place I’ve never been, when the little one approached, “Mom Mom Mom.” He waved the rail trail map at me insisting I pay attention. So many of our conversations stemmed from intuited gestures, the space between knowing and articulation. I forgot what I wanted to write. Something about how they ended up in the Netherlands quite by accident; a missed train on a late night when the sky drew scarlet ribbons into dawn.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 188

A year of us | day 187

 

day 188

Shower shower shower. The sky appeared pale, congested like blushing pink daisies in murky green water. The outer petals turned tea brown at the tips; the yellow centers shot out, pistils empty. Do you think it will rain? Maybe, later. Then a book, always a book.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 187

A year of us | day 187

day 187

Sunday: coffee, oatmeal, cantaloupe, garden weeds, kids in dirt, hummus sandwich, open house, chocolate chip cookies, Letterman reruns, black tea, naps, Inherent Vice.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 186

A year of us | day 186

day 186

The little one and I waited in the car after lunch. Barbecue in Somerville. He stuck his head out the window and waved and smiled at the passersby. We stopped by Walden Pond on the way home from the city. L and I walked down to the lake where swimmers poked out of the water like peeping frogs.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 185

A year of us | day 185

day 185

She called the other day when no one was home. “Hi. I got my hair cut this morning. I thought you’d want to know since he may not recognize me the next time I see him. I have bangs now; can you imagine bangs at my age? I’ll look like a schoolgirl. Well, at least it’s not flying in my face.” Her voice fluttered on the recording.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 184

A year of us | day 184

day 184

Late in the afternoon, when the sun drew geometric shadows across the egg white walls, I stopped by a cafe for a quick cup of coffee. The air conditioner hummed a steady rhythm, except for a succession of hushed phone calls and the sputtering of steamed milk, the place kept to itself, quietly turned inward like a tightly wrapped roll.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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A year of us | day 183

A year of us | day 183

day 183

We drove up to the mountain and back without taking a hike. The lilacs outside the bedroom window flowered. I hadn’t noticed until evening, when I put the little one to sleep.

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I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.

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