The Lost and Found

AWR we will be foundAmazing grace.

The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace.

Not of lost mittens or keys or caps or a single red shoe. Nor of the “lost and founds” one must call in search of them. No.

“Lost and found” makes me think of amazing grace:

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

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On ex-cars & ex-husbands

Note: At the start of our weekly writing group meetings, we do a five-minute warm-up    exercise based on a prompt. The prompt for this one was “I hated it because it was new.”

Pink convertible car“I hated it because it was new” is a particularly uninspiring prompt for me this morning, mostly because I don’t recall ever hating anything new.

Ah. No. That’s a lie. Now that I think of it, there’s at least one thing: new car smell.

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