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dinner fantasy

“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy.  So there’s this table.  And Bunny is at one end of it.  He has a napkin tucked around his neck.  And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »

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fairies

“Yeah, better than if you were leaning over the railing to see a sealion, and your glasses fell off, into the water.  Plop!  Then a sealion came up wearing your glasses.” I was giggling at this fantasy, as I told it.  “I’d be like–hey, cute sealion!  And then I would turn into a selkie, and… Read More »

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addictive

Here’s a new poetry meme.  They comfort me to make, and they’re kind of addictive. Speaking of addiction.  I thought I had been addicted to cigarettes, long ago, and then I learned chocolate–I was using chocolate to help myself recover from being social. We would get ready for the Sacred Peace Walk every spring, which… Read More »

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how I changed my mind about sweet potatoes

Sweet potatoes are a favorite food of mine.  But long ago, they were a yuckie confusing holiday anomaly.  Please consider my tale of change and delicious nourishment. Thanksgiving Sweet potatoes were a nasty overly-sweet dessert Mom made on Thanksgiving.  Or no–we were supposed to see them as a regular food, on the table not after… Read More »