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Memoir

menopaused

A dense fog settled over me for several years. Like the fog slowing urban streets where we lived during part of that time.

Nearing 50, I joked about brain overload. How pieces of my mind were escaping. Slipping away. 

But this was disorienting. 

The thick fog outside our urban apartment hid the sun. Birds stopped singing.

I struggled to sing too. During the season I was menopaused.

Fog. Photo by M. Azharul Islam. Unsplash photos.
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Devotional Memoir

Wait for it

Over the holidays, we watch old movies together. 

“Wait for it….”

Expecting the coming punchline. Dialogue already in our heads. And on our lips. Story summoning memory. 

We anticipate what we’ve already seen. 

Wait for it…. Image by Joshua Earle on Unsplash