Category Archives: Personality

Droughtful

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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Fake History

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

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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Appropriate

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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Them/Us

Non-binary, my daughter said to me, reporting on her first-born’s recent speech. They want the neuter plural pronoun – he or she will hurt their feelings. Now I reach for comprehension while I try to frame my sentences so noun … Continue reading

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Super Powers

(To at Least 5 of my 6 Descendants) You’re passionate. I see and honor it. You feel things deeply and coherently. Your fast reactions are appropriate, but not your forcefulness. Apparently we’re fortunate; we’re anything but numb. Though vehemence may … Continue reading

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Alibi

My boyfriend had bad allergies that barred him from enjoying outdoor times, he said. My husband’s hem’rhoids made the biking hard and painful, so he stayed at home instead. My children’s dad was too depressed of course, to take them … Continue reading

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A Little Self Sketch

Although we’ve been acquainted 50 years as roommates, neighbors, mostly closest friends, she thought my social shyness came from fears – “You follow rules of order,” she’d contend. And he, creative relative, long deemed me typical of where I live. … Continue reading

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Excuses

For anyone who ever ducked a date by claiming some unwellness or demand you can’t avoid, for those who fabricate a social lie, you’re bound to understand when someone else is doing it to you. He says a flight will … Continue reading

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Before

The feelings I remember from my youth were anger and impatience with my lot of noodgy mom, protective dad – in truth, if I’d sufficient freedom, I forgot (and that’s not likely – I recorded notes in poems and diaries … Continue reading

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