Happy All The Time
Sunbathing with my sweetheart on a stretch of grass and fall leaves last weekend, I didn’t want or expect to be confronted with “relationship talk.” I was blindsided when he suddenly grabbed my by the wrists and declared, "You are such a Holly.” Hmm… A Holly. Could he love a Holly? Could I love or even be a Holly? Was he merely drunk on sunshine and the scent of my new shampoo, or did he have a point? I mentally raced through the pages of the book he was referring to, Laurie Colwin’s Happy All the Time , searching to some clue as to what had been meant by the comment. On the defensive, I first checked off things Holly and I don’t have in common. “I don’t wear my hair the way Japanese children wear theirs, I can’t even figure out how large a pan I need for a batch of brownies, I hate gossip columns… what are you talking about?” “No no no, you’re a relationship Holly. Ohhh… He knows me so well. Like Holly, I can’t think clearly about a relationship when I am in the thick of it. Holly sleeps with a man for the first time and then wakes up in the morning and does a crossword puzzle, then asks him to bring her a newspaper. Pressed for the reason behind her actio
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Ohhh… Holly, Similarly Holly, Colwins Happy, Holly Sturgis, , Hmm… Holly, Holly Guido, love holly, holly love holly, holly love,
Approximate Word count = 793
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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