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Thursday, April 2, 2026

Karen in the kitchen

 

 

Karen growled and muttered an assortment of foul words in her car, driving over speed limit.  Her visit to Mom and Grandma had not provided the affirmation and comfort she had hoped it would.

Bill had packed up his stuff in the night and was gone before she woke up.  Note:  I’m outta here, bitch…and the last word was written in bold letters. Now, Karen needed to share her pain.

She had been in Mom’s kitchen, sipping on peach herbal tea.  Mom was kneading bread, taking loaf after loaf from the oven.  These would go to the homeless shelter.  Grandma was sitting quietly while knitting baby blankets for preemies at the local hospital.

Karen had been trying tell of her woes and ask for advice when the litany began.

“You know, honey, the darkest hour is just before the dawn. You’ll do fine.” This one came from Mom.

Such is life,” Grandma added. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” She dropped a stitch, but caught it time.

Mouth open, Karen had looked from one face to the other, listening with disbelief.

“Yes, sweetie. God has a plan for you…you just don’t know it yet!...and then…It is what it isTime heals all wounds…Life doesn’t give you things you can’t handle…It could be worse…It wasn’t meant to be…There are plenty more fish in the sea…Everything happens for a reason..

When Karen’s grandma said “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”…

Karen had leaped to her feet and raced to her car.  She skidded out the driveway, narrowly missed the mailbox.  This found her flying along the freeway with profanity tailing after her.  Her thoughts were not kind.  If she ever heard one more mindless platitude, she would vomit.


'I eliminated all the platitudes and cliche statements, from your mission statement, and I'm left with this blank sheet of paper.'
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The italicized, underlined, and high lighted phrase is from Wednesday Words, where bloggers can play and experiment with the words or prompt. This is from April 2015.

 This is a repeat post from 3 yrs ago.  I fell recently and the digits are limited. 

 

16 comments:

  1. the darkest hour IS before dawn. I can attest to that, I go out in the middle of the night with the dog and don't even need a light, but by 5 am is is black dark until day breaks.. I love this story

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  2. How I detest platitudes, too, Susan, but this is one clever story. Blessings!

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    1. So glad you enjoyed it. Writing is the joy I find.

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  3. I know someone who speaks in platitudes. Nothing original just platitudes. Unfortunately, I avoid her.

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  4. Well, that was one way to make Karen figure it out for herself.

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  5. Charity for all but her...
    Sorry you fell!

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    1. Often the way of parenting, not listening to the pain.

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  6. I agree mindless platitudes are useless, but in this case they have forced Karen to sort things out for herself, which might have been the intention all along.

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    1. That session in the kitchen was not aimed at her need to step up to the plate.

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  7. Platitudes hardly ever help. Mom and Grandma should have paused and listened. They might have caused her to be in an accident. Would they be willing to pay attention then?

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    1. Exactly. They would have no problem with sympathy when she ends up in a hosp. bed.

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  8. Such a time would not call for platitudes, I agree. Good use of the prompts, though.

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    1. Platitudes belong on one of those office prints of pretty mountains. Delores (creator of Wed.Words) would be proud.

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