a year of us | day 135

A year of us | day 135

day 135

In the dream, my camera fell into a murky green river. I had been standing on a bridge with a friend. Other friends were swimming below. I could see there heads bobbing like buoys on the surface. We were in a heated debate about something. When I leaned into the railing, my camera slipped from the strap around my neck. I ran past the friend on the bridge down to the riverbank where I jumped in. The water was deep and clouded. I swam in circles feeling for the camera, all the while, I thought about the shots I lost. A few people dove to the bottom but couldn’t reach it. The river kept on going like a sinkhole in spring. After this went on awhile, I gave up, and floated along with the current. I woke up then fell asleep again. The waterlogged camera floated to the surface, images intact.

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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 134

A year of us | day 134

day 134

It seemed easier to stop by the tea house to write. I dropped them off near the office and drove into town. I walked around the shop and tried to figure out how to order. The walls were covered in purple and gold with burgundy rugs tacked up against the corner table where I had to step up to sit down. Shoes were optional. I sat on small cushion, suitable for meditation, and put my computer on a foot high octagonal table. It was the last one left close to the window. I had the sense I was doing it all wrong. I came in ready to write with a caffeine kick and instead was lulled to sleep by the afternoon light, crooning vocals, and catatonic vibe. She returned with chai in a ceramic mug on a silver platter, which I sipped hot in the hopes of staying awake for another hour.

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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 133

A year of us | day 133

day 133

The cardigan wool sweater reeked of mothballs. I wore it anyway and let it air out on our walk. It reminded me A. She wore navy polyester dresses, nylons and patent leather pumps, black cat eyeglasses speckled with rhinestones, wrapped her shiny brown hair in curlers, spoke in German so we couldn’t decode her conversation, piped purple flowers on a white cake, hung the wash to dry next to the woods, taught us to play Parcheesi, said “bread and butter” when we circled a tree, fried foraged morels in butter, scrubbed cobber pots until they were shiny new, played old country songs I hadn’t yet learned the names of on the record player, stood in front of the picture windows with the light cascading all around her.

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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 132

A year of us | day 132

day 132

After. An hour of email tech support, dentist, burnt rubber coffee, leftover soup and wine, one in the bath, the other off for a car ride. I sat in the creaky wood chair and wrote. I remember cutting cake. Carrot cake in the pirate costume. Chocolate Valentine’s cake in our kitchen. L’s first banana cake that ended on his face. Light spilled across the kitchen sink and over the flowers. I thought of Motherwell and picked up my camera.

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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 131

A year of us | day 131

day 131

Sunday: water, coffee, a page from Wonder Boys, green smoothie, sandwiches, Lost in the Supermarket (The Clash), out with the boys, basketball, potato leek soup, another paragraph read.

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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 130

A year of us | day 130

day 130

After class ended and the boys fell asleep, we wrapped ourselves in blankets on the living room floor for movie night.

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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 129

A year of us | day 129

day 129

We drove north on the unplowed back roads into the feathery snowfall. The little one fell asleep after five minutes in the car. L followed close behind. We sat in the parking lot at dinnertime. It was going to be a late night.

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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 128

A year of us | day 128

day 128

Sun, at last. Left the house dressed in one less layer, plus lipstick and boots. Somehow it meant writing would be swifter, easy to access while sitting in a sun-drenched café. The kids at the window drank a pot of tea and talked in hushed tones about Joyce and Salinger before the conversation shifted to wanderlust and the theoretical liking of like TV. It reminded of the Beehive days. Without the velvet curtains or smoky vibe. K, S, + R. Descartes and the possibilities of thought happening.

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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 127

A year of us | day 127

day 127

The lingering cold and sprouting teeth kept him from sleep. It was the same with L at that age. The exact moment you feel stuck in a toddler time warp, begging for another hour of sleep or a quiet afternoon to read and write, the thing that kept them fussy and out of sorts moves along. I waited all day for the shift and it didn’t happen, yet.

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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 126

A year of us | day 126

day 126

I turned around. He grabbed a pepper from the fridge and sunk his teeth in. That was after a few sips of smoothie and before oatmeal. The day went on in a similar fashion. I picked up toys in the living room. He dumped a glass of water over the half-made bed, soaking the sheets and pillow. I left a towel on the spot to dry, and shut the bedroom door. I poured food and water into the cat’s dishes; he mixed the water into the food and all over the floor. Clearly, he wanted to see how things worked. What will happen if . . . I gave him a book to read, and for the first time all day, he sat quietly on the floor.

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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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