a year of us | day 110

A year of us | day 110

day 110

Sunday: coffee, yoga, banana, brunch in New Hampshire, afternoon in Vermont, Yo La Tengo, traffic, snow on the drive home, we stopped for sandwiches and left before chocolate cake.

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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 109

A year of us | day 109

day 109

I smelled burning toast from the other room. I ran to the stove, flipped his sandwich, and then scraped the black edge with a knife. He wouldn’t eat burnt food. I flipped it again and cut it into triangles and set them on a plate with a bowl of chicken soup. He got up from the couch and ate lunch on the floor. His eyes were lined with plum colored circles. “But, I feel better,” he repeated when I suggested he try to sleep the cold off. After a story, he climbed in bed and said goodnight. Opera puts him to sleep every time.

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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 108

A year of us | day 108

day 108

Earlier, between the emptied smoothie glass and noodles flung over his chair, I cleaned him up. I stripped the bed linens, piled them on the floor, and hoisted him onto the mattress. “Don’t you want to sleep?” “Nooo.” So it began.

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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 107

A year of us | day 107

day 107

“If I were President, I’d let everybody kiss each other.”

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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 106

A year of us | day 106

day 106

I put the house together, he tore it apart. Block by block. Then he poured scented oil over the humidifier and rubbed it in his hair. The room soaked up the chamomile, lavender, and sage like a damp sponge. At least he smelled good. Later, when he slept, I read Come to Me and left dinner as an afterthought.

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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 105

A year of us | day 105

day 105

He picked loose petals from the vase between bites of leftover dumplings.

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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 104

A year of us | day 104

day 104

Two batches of dough were on the rise soon to be turned into sweet rolls. I looked at the flour still stuck on my hands while he slept in my lap waking each time I lifted him into bed. It wasn’t a day I could nap with him, though I wished it were so I could return to the story I fell asleep to last night, All Around Atlantis. From the start there was a funeral and a relationship teased out from the first line, it gnawed at me, the unknown, and I would just as soon let the dough inflate and sour until it filled the entire kitchen Ghostbusters-style than miss out on the ending. But the timer went off, the little one fell deep asleep, and I had class to prep for.

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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 103

A year of us | day 103

day 103

Sunday: coffee, snow gazing, green juice (some accidentally poured into coffee), wilted flowers, yoga, sourdough oat bread, apples and sunbutter sandwiches, popcorn in bags (here’s lookin’ at you Grandpa), movie day on the floor (Explorers), afternoon light and shadow angling in, hands in dough (again).

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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 102

A year of us | day 102

day 102

I sat in the café at the long table, pinned close to a conversation about addiction. One is addicted to TV and sugar, the other presumably nothing or at she doesn’t say, asking questions instead. Their conversation raised itself above the general hum like a white snow cloud, above the music, the clang of soup spoons on bowls and the ceramic mugs scuffed on wood. They inadvertently dominated the room. I glanced at article in yesterday’s paper about an artist who created a solid wall of paperbacks. He used 4,000 red-spined romance novels to spell out the word “FOREVER”. The idea of love and the absence of love fit the scene altogether.

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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 101

A year of us | day 101

day 101

I found them watching Saturday Night Live reruns in the bathroom. Already.

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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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