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Submitted to Contest #299
As I splay out on my couch, making a weak attempt at levitating the toys back into the play-trunk, my youngest son runs through the back door holding a metal trash can lid like a shield in one hand and in the other hand is a crude, tinfoil sword. He appears to be covered in blood, from head to toe, but the pungent familiar condiment smell is likely why I am not more alarmed. I simply ask, “Are we out of catsup and foil now, too?”Of course, it's raining but having run out of toilet-paper this morning, we need to go grocery shopping. I relucta...
Dear Mom,Now that Max is 11 and I'm 12, we’ve finally figured out your scam. Mother’s Day is a day invented by mothers. The truth is, you wouldn’t be having a day at all if it weren’t for us, so for starters, you’re welcome. There’s National Strawberry Day, Grandparents Day, Dog Day, Squirrel Appreciation Day, and even a Talk Like a Pirate Day. You failed miserably for never telling us about that last one.When is Kid’s Day? Please don’t say “everyday” because if that were true, we wouldn’t go to school or bathe, ever. You told us Mother’s Da...
It was bound to happen. A few months ago, I woke up and realized I’d become my mother. She’d passed away the previous year at 90, and I missed her, but I can honestly admit, our mother-daughter bond had been challenging. For starters, I never called her "Mom," it was always Evelyn. I was her, ride or die before I even knew what that meant.I spent the better part of childhood, driving around with a woman who could skillfully back out of a driveway like a Bond villainess, only to speed back in two seconds later because she'd forgotten me. She’...
Submitted to Contest #270
Aisle four of my local grocery store was the least likely place for a flashback but it happened just the same. While I browsed the colorful shelved foods and sundries, my motorized cart, with all its bells and whistles, died. Confident my doting daughter, Elizabeth, shopping somewhere in the store, would eventually come looking for me, I’d no choice but to wait.A kind, young man stopped and asked if I needed assistance, but I reassured him I was fine. Apparently, noticing my POW hat, he respectfully saluted me. “Thank you for your service, s...
Winner of Contest #260 🏆
We were death partners before we were friends. The day we met some 30 years ago, I was so pregnant with my first child, I resembled an over-stuffed sausage about to burst its casing. I’d forsaken style weeks earlier when my shoes no longer fit. I couldn’t even reach around my massive torso to shave my legs; limbs sporting enough hair to scrape clean a barbecue grill. You, on the other hand, had just wrapped-up an open-house and strode across my threshold for the first time, like a seasoned runway model. I’ll never forget your chic...
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