…was in a tiny bottle elegant haze of deep, deep, blue brought back from her travels to France. Young as she was, married as she was to a hard-headed, too-self assured man, mother as she was to 4 back-to-back kids, she found herself in Paris all on her own by accident and she smiled, did not apologize as she left her husband behind in the airport because he thought she had his ticket, his passport; that she would carry him the way she carried her children’s coats, wiped their butts, remembered their shoe left here and the other there, kept the dog off the couch, draped and ironed sheets, cut the crust off bread and hid vitamins in everyone’s oatmeal because it was her job to be the doer holder getter rememberer even if she was a woman on her way to Paris. She left my father there sputtering in the airport.
She smiled and waved her white-gloved hand over her shoulder, said “See you later, dear. Catch up with me when you can.” In Paris along the narrow beauty of the old within the tiny cafes and shops for two whole days she carried her own coat and ate no oatmeal. I still have that tiny blue bottle of French perfume she found on that trip, the perfume that held the scent of what a woman can find on her own by accident in Paris.
NOTE: Traci Goudine (featured above w/ me) has been an amazing mentor and motivator by encouraging me to persue my writing. She has an extensive literary resume, amongst many other talents and is highly loved and respected beyond our community. As an amazing poet, I particularly enjoy her short stories based on her family and Native background as I feel like a member of her family while anxiously listening at her readings, which is why I often refer to her as auntie Traci. I’m not sure she’s even aware of how much she has inspired me, because regardless of the topic, I think of her with every word I write and hope to make her proud. I shared one of my favorite works of Trac’s featured in Ringing In The Wild, enjoy my friends!!