I lack my mother’s passion for tidying up. So I have decided to embrace the clutter in my life and put my energy into things that really “spark joy.”
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Suprise Me
My Mother’s Art of Tidying Up
Prompted By Get Organized
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I lack my mother’s passion for tidying up. So I have decided to embrace the clutter in my life and put my energy into things that really “spark joy.”
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Belonging
Prompted By Let's Put On a Show
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The characters I played were the ugly, the sad, the silly, the mad, the funny, the old, and the dead. Any role that was quirky attracted me.
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The Pavilion
Prompted By Isolation and Solitude
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The Pavilion In March 2020 on the cusp of the Covid outbreak my husband was scheduled for surgery, but the prospect of him spending even a few days in a large New York hospital was worrisome. Luckily his doctor discharged him one day post-op, I took him home, and the next day we left Manhattan…
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Charles and Louise — Liars, lovers, and mythmakers
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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I never knew my grandparents. They died long before I was born. My father died before he could describe them to me. Given the circumstances surrounding his time with them, I doubt that he could have told me much. Therefore, my fact-or-fiction report springs from primary source materials including pictures, letters, and newspaper articles and…
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Bookmobile!
Prompted By Lost in Space
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Busting a Banned-Book Barbecue
Prompted By Banned Books
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It was a cool gig, for sure.
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And now for an unexpected interruption of logical sequence
Prompted By Comic Relief
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He would hold the instrument behind his back in his left hand, the bow behind his back in the right, and play. Once he had your attention, he would proceed to lie down on the living room carpet and continue, with no loss of rhythm or resonance
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The Return of Hair
Prompted By Hair
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Written in response to The beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my hair
Imagine his mortification when the performers assemble on stage completely naked.
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On the Eve of Destruction
Prompted By Politics
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The last time I wrote to this prompt was November 7, 2016, the day before our world turned upside down. In that essay, Born Blue, I described what a proud liberal Democrat I was. And I remain so, though these last two years have sorely tried my faith in humanity. My husband went to bed at…
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My Micro-Road Rage
Prompted By Road Rage
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September is National Courtesy Month, so I am making an extra effort to stay calm and be a polite driver. Just wish others would do the same.
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