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The future is on the tip of my tongue, and I am creating what I hope will be a decidedly delicious life

A halved pomegranate sitting on a marble surface, pips scattered around it.
A halved pomegranate sitting on a marble surface, pips scattered around it.
Photo: Clique Images via Unsplash

It happened while I was loading the dishwasher, a tiny, foot-wide appliance squeezed inside the equally tiny kitchen of my first apartment in Washington, D.C. Prying the top off of my favorite to-go coffee mug, I placed it next to the mug on the upper rack. Looking down, I noticed that I hadn’t opened the sipping part of the lid to ensure the whole thing would get clean, and froze.

I used to stand on the cheap linoleum next to a much bigger dishwasher in the kitchen of my old house in Western Maryland, bracing myself for the fit of rage my ex-husband had whenever I did something that didn’t meet his standards. The unopened lid of my coffee mug in our dishwasher was a serious offense that typically led to his relentless criticism for at least 20 minutes afterward. …

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Becca Bycott

Writer, strategic comms consultant and original Bride in Reverse. I blog about relationships, cooking, digital marketing and whatever else strikes my fancy.

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