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birthday wishes

In coffee on October 10, 2019 at 4:17 pm

the sunflower queen was having another birthday. from her clifftop home perched above the dazzling winking sea, she summoned her children, grandchild, and great grandchild. dutiful eldest son and daughter hurried north on flying goat (coffee). the others lived closer and timed their arrival for just after the summer pies showed up.

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the prickly daughter and the youngest one of all compared notes: we prefer cake to pie, weather makes us nervous, and we never answer phones. because the voice at the other end might have questions that need to be answered.

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after pie, there were stories told, sandwiches offered to those who are always hungry, and, when the sun went down and the moon came up, the prince provided a magical feast. the grandchild kept asking what the plan was. she likes to know what her lines and cues are and whether or not she will need to come up with an identifying walk or accent. alas, the queen’s clan is hopeless at making any plans at all. ever. but we did make it to the beach.

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then the sun faded and a big wind came up. clocks stopped, water ceased to flow, and trees toppled. family scattered and the queen was all alone again. when she has quite recovered i am sure she will summon her people again. and we will come.

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fairy tale wedding

In coffee on September 13, 2019 at 3:20 pm

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she says: i can’t believe i am dragging my chronic low-grade misery across country to this joyous occasion.

he says: i don’t know why i have to go. it is not like i will be bringing any sunshine to the event.

and then her crusty old parents dusted off their rusty hearts and flew into hurricane winds to be there for their glorious, fabulous, much-loved daughter. rainbow cousins raced fierce falling trees on the north coast and awoke to identical twin girls jabbering in various languages at the foot of the bed on the east coast. friends and families were summoned from distant islands, the bay, and even just four blocks away.

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the bride and her intended were gorgeous. the ritual sublime, notes-on-paper vows so heartfelt; venue, jazz band, catered food, cocktails, weather . . . all was perfection. cousin shared blessings from grandmother and uncle conjured up grandfather in his toast. there were so many beautiful people gathered together that the earth tilted on its axis a little.

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a whirlwind weekend with happiness swelling in all the breasts. two kinds of people: unhampered by shyness or age-issues, most folk took to the dance floor. my brother and i found good coffee shops and numerous park benches to quietly celebrate.

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there are no good questions

In coffee on September 6, 2018 at 1:12 pm

it was hot as hades in new york. we ducked into moma. for culture. for air conditioning. and for soy cappuccinos. we stopped by a help desk for directions and advice but the woman was ‘not in’. she had heard it all and no longer cared. having worked in customer service in one form or another my whole life i recognized the look in her eyes: there are no good questions.

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i had been summoned across the land because kirya was taking me to court for not having a phone. judge john hodgman presiding. if you know how much i hate talking on phones and how far i will go to avoid it you can imagine how out of my element i was on a freaking podcast. it meant the world to me that the judge was as kind as he is funny. which is very. you can have a listen here: http://maximumfun.org/judge-john-hodgman/judge-john-hodgman-episode-380-dont-call-next-witness.

i am happy to report that working the counter at a bakery for these last two and a half years has not ruined hanging out in coffee shops for me. cherry on top is quality time spent with daughter. my daughter lets me follow her around the city like an imprinting baby duck. i am a little embarrassed that my new old-age dairy intolerance leads me to ask for vegan options. so obnoxious. but maybe we made up for it later when we went out for jamaican curried goat. and cocktails of course.

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my brother in law lives less than a dozen blocks from me but the joke is that it is only when i (and my people) am moving about the planet that we bump into each other. so of course we are both boarding the same homeward bound plane in newark. he goes first because he is more fancy (just medium-fancy, he insists). as he rushes off his suitcase slips out of his hand and crashes to the floor. if i had an iphone i could have shared that on instagram. i am planning on going to an art museum downtown today like i am classy or something. if i had an iphone you could be sure my cardamom coffee and goodie would end up on instagram.

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photos courtesy of kirya yvonne traber