a year of us | day 81

a year of us | day 81

day 81

The room was gutted. Open walls. Pink insulation. A table and typewriter set in the center, away from the windows and towards the pink lined wall that reminded me of pencil erasers and parallelograms. I imagined standing at the typewriter, unable to move, until one page after the other took shape. I looked up and he gave me the look, lunchtime.

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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 80

a year of us | day 80

day 80

“I never believed that groundhogs were looking for their shadows. I thought they were looking for girlfriends to get early babies for spring.”

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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 79

a year of us | day 79

day 79

Stories on the couch after school. I left them to read while I went to the library. Neil Smith’s “Bang Crunch” should have been on the list after recently reading his short story Isolettes from the collection. He pulled every emotional punch and I tried to stop reading it but couldn’t. Then lip-burning pho for dinner.

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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 78

a year of us | day 78

day 78

Radio on. Modern Lovers in the car. The little one buckled in back, bathed in light. He shook his fists in the air, like hollow maracas. Inside Stop & Shop, he ate cheese and yogurt while I pushed the cart. A bag of flour, pine nuts, and basil. Fluorescents, fish, Joe Verses the Volcano. One after the other. Mind numbing instrumental music, jazzy, though not really and the afternoon zombie walk. Stories carried in a curt stare and a stranger’s limp.

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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 77

a year of us | day 77

day 77

The blizzard turned out to be a good old-fashioned snowstorm with enough snow accumulation to cancel school (less than a foot), keep traffic off the roads, and walk the hills before sundown (which didn’t happen, unless you count taking the trash out). We had power and regular comforts to fall back on: chocolate, oranges, tea. Plus a surplus of soup, water, and candles, in case the super blizzard came through.

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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 76

A year of us | day 76

day 76

We walked home from school, sliding uphill on the ice. Like the rumpled sheets, the soup went unmade. So it went with the bread.

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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 75

A year of us | day 75

day 75

Sunday: coffee, yoga, green juice, muddy jeans, blue sky, the blood, train expo, back to the future (at the model drive-in), sandwiches and fries, chai, gilmore girls, blood oranges.

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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 74

A year of us | day 74

day 74

Sweet Jane on the radio. We stood together in the kitchen, alone, for a heartbeat.

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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 73

A year of us | day 73

day 73

He walked in the door with bad news. I didn’t know how to respond other than to question the weight of it. When L came home from school, he stayed with them and I went down to the river. The land cuts into a V held on either side by water. I walked down the path and lay down on top of ice, snow, and earth. A bird flitted by then a plane. It was close to sunset and the whole place filled with shadow and light. I could have stayed until the stars shone, but left after the cold set in.

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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 72

A year of us | day 72

day 72

Some days we were run entirely by our bodies. He danced in his crib, exhausted but waiting, for what I couldn’t tell yet. I read him pages from Lila, nearing the end and half afraid of what might happen on the next page. When I looked over at the little one again, he slid his fingers across his thumbs signing diaper change, at last. I lifted him up, changed and dressed him, and he slept after that. Writing seemed trickier to find in the afternoon, though it was often when I had the time. I made a cup of hot tea, peeled an orange next to three Medjool dates, and waited for words to well up from that great pit of emptiness.

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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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