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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a year of us | day 125

A year of us | day 125

day 125

The smell of toasted chiles paraded through the kitchen then moved on to the rest of the house. Remember walking through the market in Oaxaca City? Flower stalls bursting with color. Chiles and chocolate hung heavy in the air. We ate so much mole, we nearly burst. Cinnamon coffee at sunrise. We saw the slow morning ritual of shopkeepers sweeping and washing steps. Fresh tortillas rolled and flipped on a sidewalk griddle. On the bus to Pochutla, after I had to ask the driver to pull over, and the whole ride neither of us thought we would live 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 124

A year of us | day 124

day 124

Sunday: coffee, prep for Monday’s cooking class, banana raisin oatmeal, still life photo shoot (while the sun stayed out), mad dash through Stop & Shop, L home from party, the little one in my arms, black tea, out again for dried chiles and saffron.

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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 123

A year of us | day 123

day 123

The stretched out day began with the making and tidying of things and kept on going from there, until by all of our surprise nothing much happened aside from eating and drinking and washing it all away.

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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 122

A year of us | day 122

day 122

The little one sized me up from across the room. I leaned against the doorway and waited for his next move. He climbed onto the chair in the living room, and then jumped up and down like bursting popcorn as if he were alone.

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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 121

A year of us | day 121

day 121

I thought about Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems and André Kertész’s use of angles and shadows while I cleared the counter for lunch. Residual coffee grounds muddled in sugar in an orange mug, brown eggs in a white bowl, spider plant cast shadows in pink. The house held musty winter air. He pulled the bathroom window open and the little one stood in dust-flecked light. For the very first 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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