tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post8787977185704852282..comments2024-03-21T03:35:20.539-04:00Comments on writing as jo(e): When my left leg achesjo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-19252322299662426672010-09-20T19:13:24.216-04:002010-09-20T19:13:24.216-04:00It sounds like God got back to you just a little l...It sounds like God got back to you just a little late. <br /><br />I love your ability to divine larger lessons about life from events big and small.BrightenedBoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04140255969796496082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-65132502637057902542010-09-19T10:43:15.103-04:002010-09-19T10:43:15.103-04:00A delayed answer to those pre-Kindergarten prayers...A delayed answer to those pre-Kindergarten prayers, perhaps? ;)Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-40572219213703695772010-09-17T15:48:33.670-04:002010-09-17T15:48:33.670-04:00I found a young girl banging her mouth against a s...I found a young girl banging her mouth against a steel pole in the preschool playground. She was trying to knock a tooth out to get a visit from a fairy...Kimhttp://kimberlymoore.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-81589226022359387482010-09-14T17:02:02.575-04:002010-09-14T17:02:02.575-04:00jo(e), it really is cool. Sometimes that I wish th...jo(e), it really is cool. Sometimes that I wish they weren't stored there so perfectly and evocatively, for heartbreak and loss so often lives in a smell or a certain sensation, but the magic of pasts resurrected makes up for it.Xtinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05284726953322709781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-34641539375849420842010-09-14T13:05:43.497-04:002010-09-14T13:05:43.497-04:00Nice story, linking the past with the present. Do...Nice story, linking the past with the present. Do all wishes eventually get fulfilled? Is that a good thing?<br /><br />I remember a similar episode when I was in high school, and had asked someone to a prom just because she wanted me to. I didn't want to, but had no other prospects, etc. The crescendo of remorse found me in the bathroom before showering for the dance, taking experimental cracks at my left radius bone on the counter, wondering how much force it would take to break it.<br /><br />I went to the dance, and my arm is fine.Philhttp://perilsofcaffeineintheevening.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-36343978899540900312010-09-13T22:04:49.916-04:002010-09-13T22:04:49.916-04:00Great story, jo(e). Your last line is the sort of ...Great story, jo(e). Your last line is the sort of thing that will stick in my head.sciwonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-19364730088787741312010-09-13T18:57:51.867-04:002010-09-13T18:57:51.867-04:00Xtin: It's cool how memories get stored in our...Xtin: It's cool how memories get stored in our bodies, isn't it?jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-75789486719708267602010-09-13T15:03:57.539-04:002010-09-13T15:03:57.539-04:00Two years ago, in early-winter England, trying to ...Two years ago, in early-winter England, trying to get the packaging on a ferret harness open (true story!) I sliced open my hand with a kitchen knife and my best friend fed me hot tea in the emergency room while I held my wounded hand above my head in a tangle of hospital gauze.<br /><br />Now as the lovely autumn thunderstorms move in here in Berlin, I often hear a distant grumble at the same time as the tendon through my palm twinges, reminding me of ... everything, somehow.Xtinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05284726953322709781noreply@blogger.com