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Weekly Contest #28
Yeah, I Know, but Mine Really Is Special Everyone likes to think that their wedding is special and unique. But the truth is, if you’ve lived a long time it’s likely that you’ve been to many of them. In general, I’m not a fan of attending weddings. I go when they’re with people I like and for whom I’m happy. But they’re long and they follow a fairly predictable pattern: 1) House of worship 2) Vows 3) Matching dresses/suits, 4) Time lag between the ceremony and the reception, 5) Cocktail hour, 6) DJ 7) Entrance of the bridal party 8)...
Weekly Contest #23
TRAPPED I approached these meetings like I do my teeth cleanings. Necessary but kind of a drag and a time suck. The Bronx Community Center board meetings, like my teeth cleanings, happened quarterly. Being on the board was my attempt to “give something back”, volunteering my time to help with oversight and fundraising. All things considered it wasn’t much of a commitment so I shouldn’t complain. At each meeting, however one of the other board members, Barbara, would ask for a ride home. She would take the train from her job to the meeting, ...
When I was eight years old my Mother died. I remember the day so clearly. I headed home from the grind that was third grade at PS 89, navigating the five blocks to my parent’s attached house and climbing the 17 steep steps from the sidewalk to the front door, looking so forward to my after school treat of Hostess Cupcakes and milk. As soon as I got to the first step, I saw my Father on the porch. I was confused. He wasn’t usually home at this time. He had clearly come from work wearing his taxi driver “uniform” of a white, short-sleeved, bu...
Weekly Contest #10
I wasn't worried I’m a deadline machine. As long as I know that a piece of writing had to be finished by a certain time I’m able to take the subject, the length the piece needs to be, and what else is on my plate, and my inner clock can calculate when I need to start writing. It was a fool proof formula. I’ve done this so many times that a 1000 word essay on "Unfinished Projects"should be easy. I spent some time thinking about it while doing the mundane activities of daily living like waiting on line at Dunkin Donuts, watching my clothes s...
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