The Bakery

The smell was exactly the same as it was forty years ago – the doughy comfort of freshly-baked bread and crescent rolls mingled with the sugary sweetness of coffee cake, shoo-fly pie, and the best cream or jelly-filled doughnuts ever made.

Instantly transported through time, I was seven years old standing with my cousin, noses pressed up against the glass of the display case where they showed a birthday cake with a menagerie of decoration options. The circus train at the edge of the cake passed by ballerinas and baseball players, a zoo’s worth of animals frozen in motion, laughing clown heads, tiny pink and blue baby bassinets, and a comparatively large bust of a graduate stuck smack in the middle of it all as if overseeing the celebration.

The display cake was long gone, but the rest was unchanged; the same tiles still shone on the walls and under our feet, the same glass cases offered the same baked goods of my childhood, and the same smells wrapped around me in a blanket of memory.

My daughter breathed deeply, taking in the smells and, I suspect, a taste of the history as we made our selections and I remembered aloud late Sunday suppers of baked goods and coffee or milk spent with family around my Grandparents’ table.

I was certain I saw my Grandfather standing there beside us just as alive as he was when he brought my cousin and me here…

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Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. 

This week’s cue is BREAD.

Click on the link right here to link your own post and read more Six Sentence Stories from some wonderful storytellers.

 

 

Why I Seriously Need Advent This Year

I hate people.

No, seriously. I do.

OK, maybe I don’t hate people so much as I really hate how much negative crap people manage to spew into the world. Maybe I’m just over reading about all the bad shit people do to one another. It is really hard to have Christmas spirit and feel peace and joy and love when the headlines are about nothing of the kind.

For example, have you seen this one? There have been something like – what? – 352 shooting incidents in the U.S. this year that qualify as “mass shootings.” What is wrong with us? We are a country behaving badly and this is just one example of how. Just once I’d really like to see a headline about something positive, something life-promoting be as big a draw as the death and destruction. I don’t know how I can change that, though.

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TToT – We’re Here Already?

I can’t believe it’s the weekend again already.

I also can’t believe that Halloween and Thanksgiving have come and gone, that autumn is now two-thirds past, and we’re heading rapidly toward Hanukkah next weekend and Christmas not far behind.

Time moves so fast… What is it that Ferris Bueller said? “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” I definitely don’t want that to happen. I want to be aware of the life I’m living.

And so it is good practice, especially in times when life is busy and stressful, to just…be. We need time to stop and look around, to find the quiet moments for which to be thankful, the moments that give our life meaning.

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TToT – A Bit of Progress

I skipped the TToT link-up last weekend.

I never do that.

It wasn’t for lack of intent or even lack of things for which to be thankful. It was simply the result of circumstance. So this week I have plenty to add. Mostly I think I’ve found many ways to acknowledge small bits of progress (remember that word – my long lost One Word for the year?) and to keep the positive efforts flowing.

Let’s start with the beauty of autumn. I love this season most of all and even if the color changes aren’t the most spectacular around here this year, I still love everything about this particular season and its changes. The empty corn fields across the road from us struck me as particularly interesting this year…there’s a post coming, I think.

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OctPoWriMo Day 22 – Sacred Store

So OctPoWriMo completely got away from me…

First, a blog malfunction set me back a couple of days. Then I spent a few days trying to recover from the blog malfunction. Then I got a cold. Then we went away for a couple of days. Then… You know…the stuff of life.

I’ve given up on the lofty idea of catching up on every single day I’ve missed, but I have been penning more poetry lately. So that’s good and I’ll do my best to share for the remainder of the month.

For today, a previously-released poem about watching my child grow…

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Sacred Store

These moments of yours are sacred

each and every one

a precious piece of all that is you.

Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing,  fighting –

all part of all that you are

and all that you are yet to be.

 

You move much too fast for me,

fighting to grow.

I can hardly savor the moments,

never mind try to store each one,

remembering every detail

and sorting every memory

into exactly the right place in my heart.

Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing, fighting –

all fall into place.

 

A moment will come when you walk

a little farther away from me,

ready to take on the world

with all of the wonderful – beautiful – strong that you are

until you come home again and again

And each time I will hold within me

my sacred store

of all that is you.

© L.A.L. 2014

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TToT – Birthdays and Life

Some days make you stop and think about life more than others.

Today is one of those days.

Our Daughter is seven years old today and I have spent a great deal of time this week, and especially today, thinking about how we came to be in this moment…

I’m going to try to do it here without crying too much.

I am thankful, first and foremost, that we are both here – alive and together. To say that Zilla’s birth did not go as planned is a gross understatement. Suffice to say that for a time that night, the Fab Hub (and now Fab Dad) was not certain whether he would leave that hospital with a family or without one. Through the grace of God we are here, together, a family. So we celebrate not only her birthday, but the birth of our family…

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Sweet Tea

A few weeks ago, I attended the most wonderful event.

My Daughter’s class invited their moms to a Mother’s Day Tea. The handmade invitations indicated a special event was at hand. I’ll admit I was skeptical. A tea for mothers? In the first-grade classroom? With all those tiny little chairs that no self-respecting adult should attempt to use? Hmm…

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Six Sentence Stories – Rush

“Don’t be in such a rush,” he said as he gently, but firmly, tugged her arm to slow her pace.

“We’re going to run out of time and he timed it a certain way.”

“Nah…all the time in the world. See all these people just looking at you, smiling at you? Let’s enjoy the little stroll, that’s it…nice and slow.”

There was no arguing with him and so they strolled, reaching her waiting groom on the very last note of the bridal fanfare.

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TToT – Simple Practicality

There is nothing quite so satisfying as practical wisdom.

While I suppose it’s presumptuous to call myself “wise,” I can at least admit honestly that I found several occasions this week that called for some practical application of knowledge and somehow I got it right!

And in the spirit of being practical, I need to be quick about this because I’m late to publish and I have a list of things to do yet after this post. So let’s be about the business of thankfulness, shall we? Continue reading “TToT – Simple Practicality”