Have you ever heard a friend’s work voice for the first time? he asks. The question throws me back to cusp-of-30; Friends who talk system integrations and M&A deals while lamenting how quick the weekend goes That manager at
"I almost gave myself away because I know nothing about carrots." This line is a lead, Alicia. Use it again as an opening line for a short story. Beautiful!
"...my mark of adulthood, [is] that I know what a dutch oven is..." Another brilliant lead line! It instantly made me ponder the mark of my own adulthood. At my advanced age, I should know the answer to the question, but I don't... yet.
Hi Alice! Great word play. The carrot one was a bit sneaky, but wonderful. I almost gave myself away",and carrots I had to come back to, but dutch ovens created the whole way of life, apparently a matter of choice. My mark of adulthood was to choose dutch ovens for my children.
Loved this! The work voice line reminded me of the movie Office Space where a woman says, “Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking, *just* a moment,” over and over and over again.
I really enjoyed the poem! And I also love the line about carrots.
I hadn't thought about 'work voices' much but now you mention it, it's striking how people can change they way they talk, according to context. Growing up on a dairy farm, there was no mistaking my father's work voice, which would be audible from several hundred yards if a cow became difficult in some way. Especially at 5.00am.
Loved reading this! I found the last few lines particularly wonderful. And thanks for the shoutout :) Glad I could play a part in inspiring this piece!
"I almost gave myself away because I know nothing about carrots." This line is a lead, Alicia. Use it again as an opening line for a short story. Beautiful!
"...my mark of adulthood, [is] that I know what a dutch oven is..." Another brilliant lead line! It instantly made me ponder the mark of my own adulthood. At my advanced age, I should know the answer to the question, but I don't... yet.
Very beautifully written, Alicia -- as always . What's a dutch oven when it's at home?
"write in a way that affects
carelessness in a way I couldn’t
when I was actually
carefree"
Mm hm. 💜
Hi Alice! Great word play. The carrot one was a bit sneaky, but wonderful. I almost gave myself away",and carrots I had to come back to, but dutch ovens created the whole way of life, apparently a matter of choice. My mark of adulthood was to choose dutch ovens for my children.
Loved this! The work voice line reminded me of the movie Office Space where a woman says, “Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking, *just* a moment,” over and over and over again.
I really enjoyed the poem! And I also love the line about carrots.
I hadn't thought about 'work voices' much but now you mention it, it's striking how people can change they way they talk, according to context. Growing up on a dairy farm, there was no mistaking my father's work voice, which would be audible from several hundred yards if a cow became difficult in some way. Especially at 5.00am.
Loved reading this! I found the last few lines particularly wonderful. And thanks for the shoutout :) Glad I could play a part in inspiring this piece!
Loved the poem.
But did not get the "posse" reference!
How I wish for you to forget what a Dutch oven is, buy store-bought stock, and feel carefree again...
Simply brilliant.