Author Archives: Marcy

About Marcy

I blog about trying to get out of my comfort zone, completing 101 things in 1001 days, and writing my memoirs. I am a teacher and writer living in Connecticut.

From the DMV to the DMZ

My son the math genius and I were rushing to his driving test, so I was surprised when he flicked on the right blinker for a detour. “I’m just going to practice backing in for a minute,” David said. Despite … Continue reading

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Travel theme: Strong

{Linking up with Travel theme: Strong} In Amsterdam, my husband and I got a tip about a tasting bar nearby, and we were enchanted by its strong adherence to tradition. The ancient bar was stark–no music, no decorations, no beer … Continue reading

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It wasn’t the horses

Decades of tension evaporated when she loved her grandchildren, my children, so she came along to the dude ranch with us. She thought the horses caused her backache. It wasn’t the horses. So, newly close, I could help her die, … Continue reading

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Riddle on a Plate: What Am I?

Vitellus stares out from its wreath of albumen; cured and smoked belly strips dare. Fermented endosperm thanks magical fungus; lycopene flaunts from its sphere. Tuberous nightshade’s with musical fruit; spore-bearing wonders are near. Sliced pudding’s sincerely iron-ic. Clearly, there’s plenty … Continue reading

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An Invader Crept

I’d thought my boys were locked in snug against that hostile land, and sleep in the empty night would restore us, but they hadn’t been secure; an invader crept. Crushed under an angry heel, the menace turned to dust; my … Continue reading

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Fitbit to be Tied, Part 2

{Previous post: Fitbit to be Tied, Part 1} Strapping on a Fitbit activity tracker did indeed make me more active this summer. I’ve worn a pedometer in the past, but the Fitbit offered a new twist in the form of … Continue reading

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Might have been the fish tacos

For ten miserable hours, I leaned my weary forehead against the cool glass of the van. You don’t want to know what happened in every squat toilet between the Atlas Mountains and the sea at Essaouira. Let’s just say I … Continue reading

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Pura Vida Cruise

We ignored dark clouds in the distance, snorkeled drenched in sunshine, cheered dolphins that torpedoed by. The sky blackened and unleashed a whirlwind, thunderclaps and lightning booming, slamming, smashing. I cowered, but they cranked the music and danced Salsa on … Continue reading

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I Peppered His Feet

I explained an idiom, but he brushed me off, pretending he’d already learned it. ‘Cause he knew it all, that old Swiss boyfriend. My greatest victory: He told a new friend, “That really peppers my feet” and thought it was … Continue reading

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Abandon All Subtlety

Languishing in a boring bank, we talked music for hours and grew close through mixtapes we shyly exchanged. From “Purple Haze” to “Dixie Chicken,” friendship crept toward something more. How’d my next one end? “Why Don’t We Do It in … Continue reading

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