Fret For Hire

I worry. A lot. So now I'm writing about what I know...

My Latest Frets

Hope

Hope is the creep lurking in corners pretending to be a gift, a curse hiding in blessing’s clothes.It’s the eternal…
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The To Do List

The space in between inaction and action, the breaks between the actions once begun. I stare. The dreaded “To Do…
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The Language of Lemons

“I brought you some lemons,” she said, showing me a bowl brimming with sunny spheres. “Thank you,” I replied to…
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Familial Fantasies

I do not have the children I expected. They’re like me in ways I wish they weren’t. They express traits…
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Legacy Upended

“It’s been 30 years, “he said turning the page in his calendar.  “30 years …” his voice trails off into the…
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Awareness

April is Parkinson’s Awareness Month. I am quite aware I have Parkinson’s. I bet other twitchers are too. What good…
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Remembrance

How is a life remembered? Which stories seal our fate? I forget more stories than I care to admit. The…
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Connect 2

I believe that God is the connective tissue between people, the ephemeral energy that makes us want to do better,…
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Sex In the Afternoon

My parents belonged to a generation that didn’t see the need to analyze and understand their union. They were a…
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Talisman

Can the tangible capture the ephemeral? Do the things we love keep our memories? Can a treasured object give a…
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COVID Tree: Part 2 The Tree

No one has talked tree since Turkey Day. But the calendar has turned to December so a tree we must…
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COVID Tree: Part 1 Thanksgiving

COVID coping mechanisms are copious chez moi. Compulsive cleaning is among the more productive of our pandemic proclivities – one…
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The Faraway Nearby

“Georgia O’Keeffe moved to rural New Mexico, from which she would sign her letters to the people she loved, “from…
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The Lighthouse

“Rocks ahead!” List then keel I tie myself to the wheel “The rocks—we must avoid the rocks!” Distractions: to do…
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Nomenclature

NOMENCLATURE    noun A set or system of names or terms, as those used in a particular science or art,…
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Heavenly Flow

Flow. Flow is my idea of heaven. When my mind and body cooperate to create a whole. A whole thought,…
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Pandemic Fatigue

I am not a demonstrative person by nature. And yet… I want to French Kiss strangers, lick handrails and discard…
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Present to Win

Today my fingers cooperate if only there were more thoughts for my digits to dig down into. “Three thoughts, one…
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Tears

“Do you ever cry?” asked the blue-suited banker as our formal lunch segued from spreadsheets to stories. “I had a…
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Quarantine Family Court

“Dad, I said I was ‘sorry.’ Can you please just spank me now?” pleads my daughter with the overwrought exasperation…
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About Me

I’ve always been a worrier.

I worry that I sound so very neurotic that you are about to click far, far away from this site. And I think you worry too. Maybe not as much as I do – I realize that few do — but hopefully enough so that these words of worry sound like music to your fretful soul and thus you will read on, dear reader, read on.