Sugar Magnolia

Sitting in this coffee shop writing and listening to the Grateful Dead, I am transported back to my youth. Dating a Deadhead (which my parents didn’t like), I was exposed to a whole new culture. Traveling in his van to Dead Shows and meeting all kinds of people, we kicked back and enjoyed the music. I can almost smell the pot as I am sitting here. My ex called me his Sugar Magnolia and we had lots of fun. Snap back into today, I can smell the fresh bread baking and hear the conversations about politics and the weather swirling around me. Sometimes it is fun, even for just a moment, to visit the past. But, looking over at my family, I smile and recognize that I don’t want to live there.

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