Unsolicited Advice

When life’s tedious duties get a little overwhelming, I practice a self-imposed time out. It usually involves a hot cup of something and my shoes being nowhere near my feet. During finals week in college, as the RA in a madhouse of stressed girls, I used to set out coloring books and crayons in our lobby so that anyone who needed a mental break could park herself in front of the fireplace and scribble away her anxiety.

Unsolicited advice is rarely welcome, but sometimes falls serendipitously in the way on our well-worn paths. Having said that, here’s a bit of lecturing for you in case you didn’t think you needed it as summer winds down. (Just getting some practice in on becoming Mrs. Bossy-Pants again with school stoking up in another week for me.)

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Tear open a space in your life that you vow to keep sacred then fill that space with joy. Nothing more. Any amount of time will do, and what you consider joyful is yours to determine. Your thoughts alone may be what bring you warmth like dwelling on blissful memories. Maybe you wish to compile things that put a smile to your lips, be it a box of nostalgic trinkets or even a Pinterest board that’s smattered with LOL pics you scan through just before calling it a night. (Guilty). Maybe your time consists of a few minutes in a lawn chair on the back porch that points to that lopsided flowerpot your little darling made you in school. No matter what, carve out a go-to in your life that works for you, and gravitate to that little vortex of happiness. Recharge, rejuvenate, renew then dive back into reality feeling a little more refreshed. You’re welcome. 🙂

A Character Study: Barista Girl (Short Story)

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She practices Starbucks etiquette as well as she slings coffee. She’s never asked my name—as a drive thru patron, there’s no need—but she lights up every time we roll through because she knows us. She even peeps behind my husband and I to spread a little morning sunshine with her bright smile to our girls in the back seat.

After she had learned that I taught across the street at the school on the corner, it didn’t take long for some random Starbucks treats to start showing up in our staff room every now and then—pastries, coffee boxes, prepackaged foods, and even 50+ full-sized cartons of their chilled lattes once. I would like to believe it’s all because of her.

When I asked her one day what her name was, she was genuinely surprised, and her smile grew even brighter. She had scribbled countless names on cups day after day, but I doubt, by the twinkle in her eyes when I did inquire, that it’s likely no one receiving the honor of having their name f*cked up on purpose would ever bother to ask what her name was in return.

She doesn’t know it yet, and may not ever know, but I’ve begun to build a protagonist around her for a novel that I had started structuring back in December set in a coffee house. Although the character I will create is going to be unique and suited for the story I am penning, she will most definitely embody my favorite barista’s characteristics—buttery, brown eyes, dark strawberry blonde hair, a smile stretched from East to West with contagious joy, and, of course, her name will be Jessica.

WP Prompt: A Character Study–Write about someone intriguing that you’ve met in the last year.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

A Short Conversation I had with my Eight-Year-Old Daughter Yesterday:

Bella: Where do nuts come from?

Me: Trees.

Bella: So does that mean God makes nuts?

Me: Yes.

Bella: But what about peanut butter?

Me: Man makes peanut butter.

Bella: So man makes peanut butter out of God’s nuts?

Me: Yes. 

Bella: What’s so funny?

Me: Oh nothing. Go play. 

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