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A Collection of Perceptions

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A Collection of Perceptions

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A Collection of Perceptions A Collection of Perceptions Trifecta Posted in Prose on June 18, 2024 by 1writegirl Lately the only travel I do is between here and California. This is by choice, which isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally miss traveling, perhaps in part because for a stretch of about five years, I was doing almost nothing else. Regularly experiencing the unfamiliar became my familiar. Now, I miss it most during this time of year, which I think of as my Grief Trifecta: Jackson’s birthday in April, Mother’s Day in May, then D-day (if you don’t know my history, “D” stands for death) in June, one upon the other with a short space of breathing room in between in which to gird my loins. Do people still use that expression? I looked it up and it turns out it comes from the Bible, referring to tucking one’s long robe into a girdle (i.e., a belt) in order to keep it out of the way of physical labor, though gradually the term broadened to include mental labor as well.  ...

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