a year of us | day 95

A year of us | day 95

day 95

We sat together cross-legged on the rug. Wine and Chinese take-out for dinner. Honeymoon in Vegas afterward. Remains of morning (cut citrus, apple, and pears) left on the table. Take-out boxes on the counter. Chocolate split and gone.

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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 94

A year of us | day 94

day 94

World Radio Day. Of course I listened. Back from errands, home in time for the Dr. John hour. Stormy Weather (Billie Holiday), Make Me Yours (Ann Peebles), Mr Big Stuff (Jean Knight), Piece of My Heart (Erma Franklin). A whole day of radio. I love that.

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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 93

A year of us | day 93

day 93

Morning snowflakes. Ice etching in glass. Clothes pile put away. Coffee. Avocado hummus sandwich. Letter open and folded. A walk downhill into town.

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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 92

A year of us | day 92

day 92

“Hi, I’m here to see William?” She stood in the mudroom dressed in hospital scrubs and black square glasses. Her car was parked in the driveway. “Sorry, you have the wrong place.” She recited our address from memory. “That’s right, but there’s no William here.” She sighed then gave my yoga shorts, tank top, and fleece jacket a once over. We weren’t expecting visitors and I hadn’t changed since morning. The little one stood next to me, his strawberry stained bottoms flapped when he walked. Quite the pair. I glanced over her shoulder and noticed the snow banks were packed past my waist. “Well, that’s the address I wrote down.” “What’s the last name, maybe it’s the house down the street.” The conversation continued for several minutes until she finally turned around and left.

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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 91

A year of us | day 91

day 91

10:30 school start. Second breakfast: oatmeal and banana. Nap, bath, blocks, nap. Handwritten story. Tea with milk and sugar. Lego soccer. Staples, no ink.

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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 90

A year of us  | day 90

day 90

Into the snow routine. They cancelled school so we ate chocolate glazed donuts then walked beneath the canopy of feathery flakes. The little one marched up and down our road, cheeks flushed and head tilted skyward. He caught snow on his tongue while L ran up and slid down snow mounds. They wore themselves out and slept late into dinner. We set the table with bowls carrot soup and sausages when they woke, and hoped for another day of the same.

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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 89

A year of us | day 89

day 89

Sunday: migraine, late morning coffee, yoga, no fugazi and lots of donut making.

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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 88

A year of us | day 88

day 88

Saturday at Stop & Shop. Another weekend snowstorm was on its way. We waited in the car while they shoveled and passed time listening to Verdi’s Macbeth and reading It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (since he threw every other book I handed him over the seat). Everyone within reach of the storm synchronized watches and left for the store to arrive by 2 pm. After three loops around the parking lot we found a spot near the back along with three shopping carts left at the entrance. They ate strawberries while we loaded the cart with ingredients to make soup and donuts. Sunday would be a good one.

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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 87

A year of us | day 87

day 87

They chased each other from the living room to the kitchen and back, screeching like monkeys stuck in a tunnel. No more almond cookies at night. On to story time. Snippets of Invisibilia streamed from the radio while we readied them for bed.

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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 86

A year of us | day 86

day 86
Evening came earlier than expected. I turned the radio off, left soup bowls and dinner plates piled in the sink, then ushered the little one then his brother into bed. It was already too late for tea or wine and more than sleep or finishing the last few pages of Deborah Eisenberg’s Someone to Talk To, I should have chosen to write above all else. But the bed was warm and freshly made and before long the static of night had the final say.

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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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