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1991, Based on a true story. My employer, experiencing an unanticipated economic crisis,offered me this option, lose my job ortake on two. Newly back from childbirthleave, of course I chose the latter, and sothere I was, babe in hand, steering a smallrental van, on the way to a trade show inChicago, where I’d be singly setting up a booth,using all the tools within; shelves and racks,signs and chairs, banners, and boxes with merchandise inside, everything essential fora working mom to do the job herself.Not sure the company ever completelycomprehended that I’d brought my newborn baby with me, yet what else would they have thought…
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there are times I cannot seem to stop myself from messing with what isn’t being said, so then I have to say out loud another truth
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back then, in Spring as if newly budding leavessprouted from my branches; in Summer, happilybreezing and whispering about; then in Fallwearing unmuted colors to surprise the eyes.These days, when after my nap I awaken,fading hair frazzled and unruly, lookingmore like a Buckeye in Winter,hairless limps unwilfully gone wild,creaking against the ill winds,more often I’m mistakenfor a wandering elderneeding to be ledback home. Annie Blanchardpublished in Ripples. a Literary Magazine Vol. 11, Summer 2024p. 24
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After three days I became worried, worried that my phone was not out of order, that I’d left it plugged in. I worried that something tragic thing hadn’t happened to a member of your family, that you weren’t lying dead next to your phone I worried that your memory was fine, that you weren’t lost and having a terrible time getting found. Worried you hadn’t forgotten my number or me at all. I’ve waited for years to hear the sound of my phone not ringing. On the third day, I picked it up and you were still silently there on…
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stating that the views I shared don’t coincide with theirs,
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Someday, will I be lying on my deathbed, sorry for all this time I’ve wasted writing about doing nothing?
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Words from Inside My Head 