Thursday, June 30, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Dimes Have Changed
Throughout my adult years I would come home to visit my parents and I would leave... again and again. They'd walk me to my car to see me off.
My Father would always reach out to shake my hand by grabbing my wrist and placing a dime in the center of my palm. "Hang on to this.", he'd say, "... we're just a phone call away."
That's what I'm thinking... about you Pop.
My Father would always reach out to shake my hand by grabbing my wrist and placing a dime in the center of my palm. "Hang on to this.", he'd say, "... we're just a phone call away."
That's what I'm thinking... about you Pop.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Pucker Up
Love is like bubble gum. Chewing bubble gum is like falling in love. You just can't pop it into your mouth and expect to blow a bubble. Oh... it tastes real sweet from the very first mouth watering chew but you have to take your time and soften it up really well. The sweetness gives way to elasticity as you patiently chew and chew... testing it, stretching it... being careful not to rush it so as to not accidentally spit it out. You quickly learn to breathe from your heart and not your lungs as the first bubble resists to form. When the sugary taste is all but gone you finally master the texture that's left. You enjoy watching how just a gentle pressure from your tongue... the pucker of your lips and a lot of practice causes that membrane of pink to emerge from your mouth... over and over, bigger and bigger.
You dig it so much that even when it breaks... flies back and snags on your nose... it's all good.
Maybe I'm just being silly.
You dig it so much that even when it breaks... flies back and snags on your nose... it's all good.
Maybe I'm just being silly.
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