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"Cold, Sweet Grapes," by Leesa Cross-Smith - No. 4 from Little (Flash) Fiction (read by Xe Sands)

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    GOING PUBLIC 10.19.12 - "Cold, Sweet Grapes," by Leesa Cross-Smith
    Story No. 4 from Little (Flash) Fiction Collection

    Copyright 2012 Leesa Cross-Smith

    Published 2012 by Little Fiction

    Recorded with permission from author and publisher

    Continuing this week with the fourth story from the excellent, Little (flash) Fiction collection - this time, some sweetness and innocence ('bout time, right?).

    I'm the parent of a teen girl...

    [digression: I suddenly feel l like I'm in a 12-step support group..."Hi, I'm Xe, and I'm the parent of a teen girl." The other exhausted, disheveled people in the room nod their heads sagely, some smile with a tinge of dad in the group crosses his arms across his chest and looks away angrily - and that woman in the corner starts to weep quietly]

    All therapeutic joking aside, there are many amazing things about parenting teens...and one of them, for me as the mother of a girl, is this: as she crosses these various thresholds, it's as if I am crossing them for the first time as well. Sure, they are sometimes agonizing and angst-filled in the way that only teens can experience, but they are still vivid and visceral, still so filled with wonder and LIFE.

    Reading "Cold, Sweet Grapes" feels like stepping into the mind and heart of the more precious of the teen years - when it's all new, when hope is mingled with anxiety and nervousness and it's really all just so delicious, even though you won't know that until you're past 40 and experiencing it again, as if anew, with your own child.

    Come on...step back into a slip of innocence and anticipation, just for a moment or so.

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