friendship
September 24, 2009
- Why should I say goodbye? I won't; I just won't...If we have met, we will meet again, sometime, some place--even if after death...For only death has separated me from those to whom I couldn't say goodbye. My Mom quietly went in her sleep, thankfully. A boss and friend who had been my mentor died and I learned about it from his wife. Those that I have loved who died, I wait to see again.So why ...
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September 22, 2009
- I have a friend--I'll call her Jennie--who was diagnosed eight months ago with breast cancer. I learned this very recently. Jennie and I are friends whose worlds overlap only along a very particular seam: we meet and see each other thanks to our dogs, who compete in canine agility.In the sport of agility, dog and handler are required to navigate a complicated obstacle course with the goal of ...
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September 18, 2009
- I’m not sure why you stopped talking to me. It happened slowly, methodically, like rust. There was no big fall-out, no noteworthy event. Suddenly, you and I were no longer speaking. The divide formed.Women are weird. They’re passivity runs deep. But you and I are different. We’re the outspoken women who yell when angry and sob when sad. We cry out. We express. What happened? Our voices got ...
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September 9, 2009
- This weekend I heard something simple and profound about being right. And it was this:You can say things 'once' and after that it's about control and being right. You mean if I suggest to you 147 times that you might need to seek counseling, financial advice or get a new job that I'm being controlling? Even when I speak in my best/worst Australian accent all the while employing the entire ...
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August 31, 2009
- When I was little, I wanted to be a vet. I would perform surgery on my stuffed animals with mechanical pencils and make stitching noises with my mouth. I’ve always felt connected to animals, whether it was the sparrow hopping in the grass, the Golden Retriever barking at butterflies, or fuzzy cygnets trailing through the algae of a pond. I could probably try to blame Disney. Animals were often ...
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August 29, 2009
- After hearing the three most terrifying words imaginable, 'you have cancer' I was immobilized. Cocking my head side ways like a cockerspaniel that's just heard a whistle, I waited for him to say it again. He didn't. He knew the look. The 'stepping out of the shower into outer space' look a woman gets when she is told tomorrow will be her last day with a uterus. Although surreal and ...
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August 28, 2009
- There seem to be phases in life when you need to go it alone to prove your independence, ponder your path, or just generally figure things out.These phases, I’ve discovered, are for the young. By the age of 30, it seems like every one of us Lone Rangers should find not only our Tonto, but an entire posse of sidekicks who will take on the black-hatted bandits that come our way. Because we ...
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August 27, 2009
- I wrote this bit of short-short fiction as part of an exercise in a creative-writing class I took several months ago. I came across it while cleaning up my computer, and I thought I'd share it here because it fit Red Room's weekly blog topic this week, "Bad Manners." (We'll choose at least one of these blogs to be featured on Red Room's homepage next week, and we'll choose three blog ...
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August 18, 2009
- I received a post card from Auschwitz the other day, saying: "Wish you were here." From a friend with a 'certain' sense of humour. Yes, I know we chose our friends as opposed to our families, but I probably would have done the same. Irreverent humour is but one response to that which is beyond response.As it is, the incident took me back to my university days, when I worked on a farm ...
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August 5, 2009
- Without laughter I am doomed. Without love I would become an empty shell. Without family and friends I would barely exist. Without harmony at least within my own little world I feel forlorn. Without words to read I would be bored. Without writing I would be unfulfilled. Herewith are my obsessions, my passions, my fixations.
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