An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

She wears dresses but she also wears armor underneath for protection and because it's just practical She protects the poor but she keeps an eye on the powerful because she's the champion of the downtrodden. She respects her elders but does not put them on a pedestal because everyone is fallible age does not mean wisdom She relays good news but also the bad does not sugarcoat it because that is how rot begins the hiding of truth She projects silk roses but wears steel gloves treats all on their merits because that is how it should be that is how respect is earned.

A baker's dozen twelve plus one get an extra loaf avoid a flogging Thirteen disciples the last one a traitor therefore the number cursed forever A prime number and a 'happy' number* : each digit squared approaches one. Thirteen months in a Chinese leap year equally spaced twenty eight days each Card XIII rider on a pale horse symbolizing change not always literal death. Fear of the unknown the step beyond Twelve paralyzed in uncertainty or embrace it wholeheartedly ___ Math note * A "happy number" is a number that does this: Take the square of the digits (13 is 1 and 3.So 1²=1 and 3²=9) Add those two numbers together (1+9=10) Take those digits and add them together (digits are 1 and 0. So 1²+0²=1) A 'happy number' is a number whose squares of their digits are 1 A "sad" number is a number whose square of their digits (when the whole process is over, it might take a while) doesn't equal 1. So 13 is actually a 'happy number".

Arrows go up and arrows go down Breath varies from day to day on whims beyond your control on impulses beyond your understanding. Fighting against the tidal wave may seem like a useless exercise brine chokes the life out of your lungs as you drown in a sea of mediocrity What sinks to the bottom might rot and be forgotten but it takes only one bubble a piece of debris to wash on shore. Nothing is ever completely gone the cries of the innocent still ring out the storm rages on the horizon but it never stays there forever. 

Drama where no one takes anything seriously. Plot twists: the villain is her brother's cousin's nephew's roommate. Song and dance romantic ballads and villain monologues Gasps in mock horror comas that lasts for years "I died and came back as a snail." Doomed and pining lovers the scheming socialite the loyal sidekick. All stand the test of time it all depends on how you use them.

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 I love to write no ifs, ands, or buts. Not for clout or for attention I wrote words long before  there was such thing as an algorithm. Those crafted tales in my head long before I had a pen to record them. My characters are their own  with thoughts and dreams hardships and tragedies they need a muse. Call me a medium between ideas and reality I give a voice to the silent and form to the ethereal.