Writing With Abandon
Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.
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Last Friday, at our slicers meet up, Caro greeted me with a hug and told me that morning, while she made her coffee, her eyes lit upon a card I’d written her last year that she now has on her fridge. Later in the evening, when discussing the ever popular topic of “what to slice…
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The sun rises every morning and shines its orange-pink light through our apartment windows, illuminating the room and everything in it. It lights up the dust that seems to settle on every surface and float in every pocket of air I glance at. I dusted and wet sprayed the apartment this Sunday. P swiffered, vacuumed,…
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“Can I borrow Phoebe’s bed?” V asks me, walking into our room as I finish folding the clothes from the drying rack. “Sure!” I say. I think she’s just going to pick it up, but she hesitates and lays down in it. “Do you fit in it?” I walk around the bed to see that…
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Today we had our monthly book club. I was originally going to write about how I got influenced by Con’s slice, “The Egg Thingy,” but I’m so filled up after book club that I’ve just been sitting here on my balcony, staring at the blank page on my Jetpack app, basking in that feeling. I’ve…
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I wake up (a little) later — anything with the digit 7 or above makes me happy. We go out for breakfast at Tinta y Café. I order the breakfast sandwich with egg, cheese, guava jam, and ham, and a fresh-squeezed OJ. W We make a grocery list and I eat half of my sandwich.…
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Over winter break, I was scrambling to figure out where to cut my hair and how much to cut off. My hairdresser that I’ve used for the last few years was on maternity leave, and my hair was getting way too long. No spring in its step. Flattening easily. Taking forever to dry. I’ve had…
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This morning I read Maite’s slice about the goodbye at the end of her 3-week trip to Australia, loving the lines at the end where she reflects on how travel is often less about places than it is about people and the connections you make. Two days ago, I saw a post on Instagram about…
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It’s 62 degrees in Miami, misty rain, and I’m standing outside waiting for my Lyft to pick me up after a doctor’s check-up with a new PCP. I’m wearing a cotton sweater and a jean jacket, but my hands are freezing, fingernails turning purple under the pink gel polish. I’m shifting my weight from my…
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Two years ago during the Slice of Life challenge, I wrote about my friendship with Ariel, and the messages we wrote to each other in stolen moments of our days (my early morning, her commute). Ariel is my best friend, and she lives in Israel. Our text exchanges are a bit different now. “Only had…
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I “slept in” until 7am this morning after “staying up” to watch the Oscars. I knew I’d be sacrificing my early morning slice but the extra sleep was worth it. As my day unfolded slowly and steadily, I kept my eyes peeled for little slices along the way. Enjoying my breakfast of an egg on…
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