Monthly Archives: February 2020

Fra(g)il(e)

Posted on February 28, 2020 by sputterpub

The left Achilles tendon tends to ache. The hip joint on that side is known to give. The portside shoulder yells at me to take my bra off twisted front, and now I live with twinge and weakness almost every … Continue reading →

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Non Gratitude

Posted on February 26, 2020 by sputterpub

The dowager declined to buy or lend. Her grownup grandchildren were in a squeeze, and though she has abundance she won’t spend it yet. Presenting her with facts and pleas, I had to find another way around. I made her … Continue reading →

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Droughtful

Posted on February 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Perhaps it was my January birth that bred me to adore a winter storm, but I appreciate when rain hits earth, and comfort means to me a haven warm and cozy when it’s pouring cold outside. Each autumn I look … Continue reading →

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The Other Explanation

Posted on February 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Debate Club taught me more than how to speak. I learned to argue points I don’t approve. I got by doing what I didn’t seek: the insight into how ideas can move opponents, for as soon as I’d defend them, … Continue reading →

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My Diet Secret

Posted on February 19, 2020 by sputterpub

A tonsillectomy at 5 years old resulted in a shape change, Mama said. Till then I seemed to always have a cold, but afterwards I gained and grew instead a steady challenge with obesity, forever adding girth instead of height. … Continue reading →

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Fake History

Posted on February 17, 2020 by sputterpub

My mother’s been impatient and abrupt for all my life, task-driven to extremes. My father harbored passions; he’d erupt with wrath or indignation, but his dreams and deeds were loving – he knew how to teach instilling confidence, inviting thought. … Continue reading →

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Just Two

Posted on February 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I always had a closest friend (surveying back to 1955), but I don’t take to groups. I comprehend plurality – communities can thrive – but I don’t ever flourish in a crowd. I find the girls too shrill, … Continue reading →

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Preschool

Posted on February 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Low-carbohydrate baking is our game on many Wednesdays. We try recipes with proxy flours, sweets of quirky name like Stevia and monkfruit. By degrees we’re learning how to bake a better snack, collecting psyllium, adjusting dose. We’re old and young … Continue reading →

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Narrativity

Posted on February 10, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re visual, devoting near a third of mental processing to what we see, but I submit descriptors are absurd that disregard our kind’s affinity for narrative. We love our stories so, we use them for religion, to explain observed phenomena, … Continue reading →

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Appropriate

Posted on February 7, 2020 by sputterpub

As inappropriate as PJ pants instead of trousers, rancor, public sex, I just as often well-behave by chance as by my own decision. Mom expects passivity and sweetness. Even Dad advises me to shush and not engage. I listen but … Continue reading →

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