If you're stuck today hearing your story, maybe you could write about a woman named Dolores. Maybe Dolores had a husband who was a professor with important friends, so she used to give him the arm rest at the movie theater and hold the popcorn, too. He's dead now. She still won't claim the arm rest. But when her friends are outside each morning, watering their phlox and listening for the nuthatches, she sits at her kitchen table, dictionary open, looking for new words. She loves new words. Like slash and antimacassar, whirligigs and knit noise. Words. Beautiful words.
Do you know anyone like this?
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