Carrie Classon
The Postscript by Carrie Classon
“Happy Place” I have a sticker that says “My Happy Place,” and I kept it for a while, wondering where to put it. In the end, I stuck it near…
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“Bunny Food” The TSA agent looked stern—as they usually do. “I’d like to look inside this bag, ma’am,” he said. “No problem!” I always sound a little too eager when…
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“3,002 Suns” Our landlord, Jorge, loves his suns. I am sure he loves his son, Jorge Jr., as well, but I am talking about the other kind of sun. This…
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“Dog Friends” My husband, Peter, is trying to impress a local collie. Peter knows better than this. He had a collie for many years. Collies are not easily impressed. They…
Read MoreThat’s Enough Steps
Anxiety likes numbers. I only recently realized that a lot of my anxiety fixates on meaningless numbers. I like to know how many there are of a particular thing and…
Read MoreA Tourist Town
My husband, Peter, and I are staying in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, which is, according to a lot of folks, a tourist town. Sometimes, the person saying this means…
Read MoreTrying To Be More Useful
I spent last week trying to be useful. I volunteered for a writers’ conference in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where my husband, Peter, and I stay. I love writers’…
Read MoreMr. Muscles
My husband, Peter, is learning Spanish his own way. I do Duolingo online. It is free. It is easy to do. The whole thing is designed like a game, and…
Read MoreThat’s Not Stubby
My mother has a pet squirrel named Stubby. He is not, technically, her pet, as he lives outdoors as a wild squirrel. But he spends much of his time sitting…
Read MoreValentine Gift
My husband, Peter, does not believe in Valentine’s Day. I mean, he knows it is a thing. It’s just a thing he prefers to ignore. “Stupid!” That is Peter’s verdict.…
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