It’s been hard to write full pieces this year, instead I must offer you the smallest things …
The slice of lemon cheesecake bought on Friday to eat on Easter Sunday – in a white box in the refrigerator – and the way I cut the sheerest slices from it each night before Easter, before I went to bed.
It’s me telling my daughter to come at 11, that I would make deviled eggs with jalapeño and bacon, that I’d pull together the lemon ricotta pancakes, and bring out the cheesecake.
It’s the text I sent earlier in the week thanking the man for the date, and the second text I sent a few days later showing him how I’d used the details from our date in a writing lesson on details – which was really just me making contact.
The way I named his sturdy, hip looking boots, how he’d picked up the check, ordered a mint julep and touched my shoulder when asking about my sisters.
What I didn’t text him, but which was also true was
How at the end of the date, as we were ending our walk at the top of my street, both of us masked, I told him that I’d had a good time – because I had – because it was easy and he was smart and he said he made his own bread. As I was saying my masked goodbye, no hug, no handshake, just me saying “let’s get together again.” It was the way I peeled away from him saying, “I’m a slow boat,” which were words I’d never used before, and which he must have heard because it was I who did the texting a few days later, not him. It was I who spent the evening at the outdoor restaurant listening to him and wondering if his face – masked as it was – was a face I could kiss?
And how I’d never considered that he might have been wondering the same thing about masked me.
The dream that I had walked back into to the gym after a year, and the first person I saw was Carol, exactly as I’d seen her last, walking down the hallway in shorts and a t.shirt, her round glasses framing her face, her short curly black hair and big smile, her arms outstretched to hug me until I realized I had no mask, and hadn’t had the vaccine, and so covered my face with my hand and left.
It was the way I asked my ex-husband in the morning if he thought it was weird that he and I said goodnight each evening, retreating to separate bedrooms in the house to watch our separate tv shows – his Grays Anatomy, mine, Shtisel – and that he said “no,” he thought it was great.
It’s how on Face Time my mother and I had an entire conversation without mentioning my sister’s one-woman show, and how at the end of the call I said, “we didn’t talk about the show,” and she said, “no we didn’t,” in a way that had me know we wouldn’t. In fact, my mother doesn’t want to hear my thoughts on my sister’s show, she just wants to know that I’ll be there for my sister when my mother is gone.
It’s the smallest things, the I way passed my naked body in the mirror the other day, noting my belly, the extra padding around my waist, and kept moving.
It was when the nutrition intuitive told me, starting Tuesday, only blueberries and kale and quinoa for a week, and how hungry I became at the thought of that, which is why I bought the cheesecake and the carrot cake, which is why I hard-boiled a dozen eggs and brought the bacon out of the freezer, and printed out the recipes for the ricotta lemon pancakes and the jalapeño deviled eggs.
It’s how I went to bed last night not knowing what to write, and told myself to dream it. It’s waking up seeing those slices of lemon cheesecake in the box.
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I’m so envious that you can reach write down these thoughts. They are beautiful and revealing. But not in a naked way. I wish I had the energy to do this. I tried but it’s so hard. And not relaxing.
So delicious your slices of life Laurie. Always.
Laurie, I could listen to you read your beautifully arranged words all day. I was captivated from the very onset. And your voice…. soft, buttery, strong, true. Goodness. You are a gift. (Audible needs you on their speaking team.)
Getting one of your slices in my inbox has become such a delicious treat. There are plenty of things that get delivered there that I “wait until I have time for” and then delete. Your slices, I devour. Your writing is so strong and it transports me. I feel like I am right back there in NorCal with you. Thank you for sharing these writings. I love them.
Sometimes the simplest things get into the heart of it all.
Your writing made me think that this could be a person of any age in any part of the country describing the moments, days, thoughts after a good date. Universal feelings that don’t belong to just one group. Loved this.
I love this, thank you. You continuously give me permission to say it all.
I just love your mind, your writing and your generosity of your life with us
Thank you Laurie! You are a gift!!!
Somehow, your words bring the threat of tears to my eyes, feeling the rising and hopeful energy of your meeting this new person, the hunger elicited by the mere suggestion of restriction, the sweetness of a paper thin slice of lemon cheesecake. My own stomach feels empty now…and I want to cover all my mirrors.
I just adore your words and the way you see the world. Thank you!
I love Shtisel and I understand a bit of what you speak. Life is made of details.
Loved this piece. There’s nothing better than a very thin slice of something like that. I think you can even eat the slices one after the other and finish the whole thing on the spot without the slightest feeling of guilt.
Dating masked individuals during Covid. What a trip, right??
Are you going out with him again? 🙂
I too usually scroll past emails thinking … “ nah I’ll read that later” but this drew me right in.
Love your honest and descriptive writing . Thanks for sharing … especially seeing your stomach in the mirror and continuing forward . Can totally relate … the seeing not the moving forward part .
Welcome back, friend. Well worth waiting for…
Rich bits living within
Filling life more than we
Yet another poignant, insightful, touching piece, Laurie! You write with such tender strength. Thank you –
amazing, Laurie. You are amazing.
When someone says “blueberries and kale only” and you say “I’ll take bacon and cheesecake, motherfucker.” More eloquently of course. 🙂 You’re my people and I love you.
Bravo! I’ve read entire books with less going on in them than these three minutes. I have only listened once and I reckon I could list 90% of the content. It lingers beautifully.
Thank you! This was delicious. All of it. It instantly inspired me to write something from my past. Also it led me right to how taste is sexual and that I would like some of both kinds
Lovely Laurie.. I hear you. And I agree with Andrew Fox g lots of juice in there! Thanks for sharing with us.
You are loved…