Only YOU can get away writing about nothing with style and grace, exactly why I subscribe to this newsletter. You don't have to write news, all you need to do is show up and once in a while share news. Rock on sister, xx
Oh, those little reminders of our lost best friends. For me it is the nose marks on the glass sliders, the scratch marks on the entryway table where the treat jar was left, and the Scrabble tile āEā with tiny puppy teeth marks. They never really leave us do they?
This was brilliant. Brilliant writing. Visceral and I could feel your mood (though it may be presumptuous); if this is where the āblankā place leads, Iām inspired because it reads like the good stuff. Also, that bit about possibly finding Cooperās poop hit me hard. I donāt know why.
Now this is the kind of news I would pay to hear. I love the every day news. This is the thing that life is made of and itās wonderful. Also, I really really hope for you that this baby is born at the perfect time for both child and mom.
This is beautiful! The way you weave together the literal and metaphorical meanings of phrases about having nothing left is really creative. And the ending? Wow. Congratulations on your upcoming arrival! It sounds like you're facing everything with humor and grace.
āNo news is good newsā! Iām sitting here reading your piece in LAX and felt a āmildā earthquake (no quake will ever feel mild to me since I lived through Lome Prieta in ā89). I want to be home in this quiet off season. Peacefulness makes a good story too. But OMG I can relate to the waterlogged grayed-out dog shit we find when the snow melts!
Only YOU can get away writing about nothing with style and grace, exactly why I subscribe to this newsletter. You don't have to write news, all you need to do is show up and once in a while share news. Rock on sister, xx
Oh, those little reminders of our lost best friends. For me it is the nose marks on the glass sliders, the scratch marks on the entryway table where the treat jar was left, and the Scrabble tile āEā with tiny puppy teeth marks. They never really leave us do they?
This was brilliant. Brilliant writing. Visceral and I could feel your mood (though it may be presumptuous); if this is where the āblankā place leads, Iām inspired because it reads like the good stuff. Also, that bit about possibly finding Cooperās poop hit me hard. I donāt know why.
Now this is the kind of news I would pay to hear. I love the every day news. This is the thing that life is made of and itās wonderful. Also, I really really hope for you that this baby is born at the perfect time for both child and mom.
Pure and perfectly timed, thank you šš»
Nicely done - an ode to things past, present and almost arriving (spring and "baby").
This is beautiful! The way you weave together the literal and metaphorical meanings of phrases about having nothing left is really creative. And the ending? Wow. Congratulations on your upcoming arrival! It sounds like you're facing everything with humor and grace.
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Kelton, I find your writing, insights, and sentiments profound. Thank you for sharing them!
Absolutely beautiful.
āNo news is good newsā! Iām sitting here reading your piece in LAX and felt a āmildā earthquake (no quake will ever feel mild to me since I lived through Lome Prieta in ā89). I want to be home in this quiet off season. Peacefulness makes a good story too. But OMG I can relate to the waterlogged grayed-out dog shit we find when the snow melts!