How Watching 'Supermarket Sweep' Gives Me Hope After Loss
Supermarket Sweep is what gets me the closest, catapulting me back to a time when we were alive, together.
Supermarket Sweep What kind of race is this?
Let’s face it You never know what’s going to happen on !
Look for the powder package with a picture of a pitcherOnce a year a thoughtful spouse sends a mailed messageIf you win, you might hit this juicy note
Star Trek: The Next GenerationX-FilesBabylon 5
Wheel of FortuneQuantum Leap.
Who’s the Boss
Sally Jessy Raphael The Twilight ZoneSesame Street Three’s CompanyTV Guide.
Supermarket Sweep herSupermarket Sweep
I keep a photograph taped above the wall where I write, to remind me what is at stake: grief diluting my memories so much I’ll be entirely carried away from her and the former version of myself she knew. Writing keeps me in this dimension. In the photo, I wear a striped onesie and shove a fistful of cake into my mouth. My mother is behind my shoulder, watching me. The sheer delight on her face is so clear that looking at it sometimes makes me weep.
This word starts with a and ends with an : P_ _ _ _ _ _ _ O.
In equal portions when cooked, do frozen peas or frozen beans have more calories?
DaveWhy do I play along, when I know I won’t win?
Kristina game is a possibility, even if you already know the outcome. It is a chance to experience winning again.
KristinThis or That? In equal portions of sorrow or missing, which one, when experienced, hurts the most?
What kind of race is this?
"Kristin Keane is the author of An Encyclopedia of Bending Time (forthcoming from Barrelhouse in 2022), a memoir about grief and time-travel and the novella Luminaries (2021), selected as the winner of Omnidawn's Fabulist Fiction Prize. Her writing and research have or will appear in/at the New England Review, TriQuarterly, Electric Literature, and elsewhere.
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