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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 4, December 2018

Alexander Jankiewicz
Superior, Wisconsin, USA

Nothing Is Lost

I've never really believed in making New Year's resolutions. But in order to make her happy, I agree. After a moment of pretending, I tell my wife I've made one and then ask if she's satisfied. She says she doesn't know yet and then asks if I'm going to finally quit smoking.

"Um . . ." This is all I can muster, even though I already knew that was where she was going. Again.

"You didn't really make a resolution just now, did you?" she asks in an impatient tone.

"Well . . ." The thought enters my mind that I should get some kind of credit for at least pretending.

"You jerk," she says as she gets up to leave the room.

"My momma didn’t raise me to be a quitter," I say loud enough for her to hear. I heard this said somewhere before and thought it was funny. But my attempt at humor clearly fails.

"Jerk!" I can sense she's definitely not happy as she shouts back from the kitchen.

I then yell out, "That’s okay. I still love you." I learned from our young daughter that this can be a very effective thing to say when trying to diffuse a stressful situation with my wife.

"Jerk!" is all I hear in return. For some reason, it's much more effective when my daughter says it.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, my daughter says, "No, Daddy, like this—'That's okay, Mommy, I still love you!'"

My wife walks back into the room. We both look at our daughter. My wife then grins at me and says, "But you're still a jerk."

missing pieces
scattered throughout the house
come together
in our daughter's smile—
a portrait puzzle complete



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