24Jan 2023 Ruth Z. Deming

When I drink…

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When I drink freezing cold water from the Britta in the fridge, I sit on the edge of the Pennypack, trailing my fingers in the water, clouds swirling overhead as... Read More
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You can’t buy THAT in a bottle at your local bodega! – mh clay

8Sep 2022 Ruth Z. Deming

ALEXA, Play “Sky Pilot”

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ALEXA is out of control and plays "Mrs. Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter." Here come our groceries we ordered this morning. Frozen salmonburgers swam upstream and will be great... Read More
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Suburban serenity satisfied by insecticide. – mh clay

26Jun 2022 Ruth Z. Deming

LITTLE PINK TONGUES

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Oh no! Not again. The brother and sister cats have moved once again. Margaret, no, not Princess Margaret, who passed away, sad to say, of a stroke, after several daring... Read More
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I won’t tell if you won’t. – mh clay

18Jun 2022 Ruth Z. Deming

The Snoop

Willow Heights is a lovely neighborhood where many of us know one another. During the pandemic many folks bought dogs, whose fondest desires were to trot around the block with their owners. Around 3PM, the school kids pass through my back yard. Fine with me. Do parents still wait for... Read More
26Mar 2022 Ruth Z. Deming

Key Lime Pie for Dessert

Honestly, how can normal people fall for scams? I received an email from a woman we'll call Valerie who wanted to meet me. Why? Because I run the support group New Directions, which attracts loads of people. I was to meet her at a fancy restaurant downtown. She would donate... Read More
16Mar 2022 Ruth Z. Deming

JEFFERSON HEALTH

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This is a mammoth hospital round these parts. For days I receive their emails. "We have processed your test results. Open patient portal." I can open a jar of peanut... Read More
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Peanut butter, we can pass. Even we will pass. But, please, not another word. – mh clay

30Oct 2021 Ruth Z. Deming

A Shadow on the Wall

She had just clicked off the remote and closed her eyes. “Oh no,” she thought. “The house is settling.” She had lived in her red brick home for nearly nineteen years. She had paid a fortune for termite control, bees entering through the bathroom window, wasps on the back porch,... Read More
20Jan 2021 Ruth Z. Deming

MOTHER’S CREATIONS

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Mother had a knack for buying beautiful things. Why she gave them to me, I haven’t a clue. Look at this gilded saucer, is it? Fringed with gold, blueberries, des... Read More
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Hold and remember. – mh clay