a year of us | day 61

A year of us | day 61

day 61

“I need more pink and yellow in my life.” “Like the music, the bands and songs . . . pink, yellow?” “No, the colors. In the kitchen. What do you think about a taffy pink vintage cupboard with some yellow fiestaware . . . like this one here.” I showed him a photo from a design site. “Not so much.” Wait, there’s a band called yellow?

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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 60

A year of us | day 60

day 60

Light stretched across the crumpled sheets. I stayed in bed sick most of the day. L went to a friend’s house and C rode in the car with D. There would be football later, he said. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The radio drifted in and out. “I’m going to love you till the heavens start to rain.” Another cough drop and two short stories read, I got up, made tea, went back to bed. Found this fortune on the nightstand, “In the end all things will be known.” Or unknown.

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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 59

A year of us | day 59

day 59

Morning snow, afternoon sun. I watched the ice patterns etch their way into the windowpane day after day. Yesterday, star clusters, today plumed feathers. More news about Paris, possibly two hostage situations. “Today, when you take a pen to paper in Paris, you can get killed.” Elsewhere too, though our shock lies in the west. The boys carried on, one with markers, the other with dishes, unaware.

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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 58

A year of us | day 58

day 58

The call came last night: there would be a two-hour school delay in the morning. I made oatmeal and listened to him recount the latest Lego building plan. We bundled up to drive to school. Snow glittered in sun. “Are we late,” he asked again. “No,” I said and kissed him goodbye before we were in view of the front door. Back home, the little one walked around with the phone, chatting with Siri about who knows what. Then he found my writing notebook, daily planner, and a pen and got to work.

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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 57

A year of us | day 57

day 57

Bam. First thing. Paris shootings. We couldn’t mend it. I shut the radio off and wrapped L’s neck in an orange scarf. Five degrees outside. The little one was late to nap. I thought he might skip it all together. Even then, he slept an hour, maybe. I outlined a chapter and wrote a few lines. Not much to check off. Egg in a nest and milk for lunch. I cleaned him off and he went off to work in his kitchen, showing me pots of soup and tea (my nearest interpretation) in the works. I made two test batches of pasta from scratch, one plain and one with kale, no spinach in the house so it would have to do. Despite the cold and overall state of the world, the light outside shone soft against the tree, like a cradled bird egg, robin blue tucked behind the sun.

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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 56

A year of us | day 56

day 56

A blistery day. Snow fell in pillowed heaps. Oatmeal raisin bread and coffee early on. Office files sorted. Dishes washed. I wanted a new novel to read but sat down to write instead. I remember. Song lyrics. I don’t remember. Where I left the gloves.

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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 55

A year of us | day 55

day 55

I had the house to myself for several hours in the morning. Around ten, the power went out which meant no excuses not to write by hand. Two pages in, my wrists tired quickly. I began to lament the good old days when ink on the page meant the first draft. When we gave each other mixed tapes made from our boom boxes. He laughed at me whenever I became nostalgic. I meant every word.

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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 54

A year of us | day 54

day 54

Sunday soup. Once the house quieted, I weighed two and a half pounds of potatoes then washed and peeled their skins, halved them, and thinly sliced each half. My knife hit the board in quick succession, it rotated then bam bam bam forty-five degree angles to the right and left. Next, two onions were skinned and diced. A handful of parsley washed and chopped. Press and click click, the gas fired on. Inside the dutch oven, a pour of olive oil then onions and bay leaves slid in. After a quick browning, the potatoes were scraped into the pot for a few minutes. One and a half teaspoons of salt sprinkled on top. Two quarts of water floated potatoes to the surface. Half an hour later, the soup spun in the blender until it thickened and clung to the spoon. Back to the pot with parsley, cracked black pepper, salt, and a stir of butter. I ladled soup into the bowl and sat down. The house was in full swing, everyone back in the kitchen 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 53

A year of us | day 53

day 53

I rushed to pack our bags so we could drive home before the afternoon storm. The cousins rode in the back, two of them ate popcorn and watched a movie, and the other one slept. White clouds moved toward us from the west. “How much longer,” he asked more than once during the trip. We were halfway home then 30 minutes away. On the back roads into town, snowflakes hit the windshield. I opened the car door, they ran into the house, ready for tacos and jumping.

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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 52

A year of us  | day 52

day 52

They pressed into her like curtain pleats as she read them a story. Once they filled their plates with second breakfast, french toast and apple sausage with maple syrup, we dressed for the bitter chill outside. They played soccer while we walked in circles, from the garage to the front yard and back. He stopped and looked up at the sky. The wind braced my lungs. I held his hand and we fell back in step.

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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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