The Assistant.

I Think Her Name Was Mary, 2017. Petaluma, California. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo.

I would pay good money for an assistant.

She wouldn’t have to be like the well-dressed intern, screwing up Starbucks orders we see in the movies.


She, or he, or they would be just your average human, eager to help, with ball-point pen at the ready.

Let’s call her Violet.

And in all sincerity and simplicity, Violet would help me keep my shit straight, yo.

. . .

She’d organize my day into neat, responsible rows of task-trekking.

walking a mile around the neighborhood; developing plot lines; organizing baby clothes; power-napping; reading current events from reliable sources; sending hand-written notes to loved ones; emailing; painting; snuggling.

She’d have it all organized, and appropriately paced. She’d remind me to stop and drink some ice water, or coffee, or both. She’d put extra shelves in the closets and batteries in the smoke alarm and remind me to cover my hands in cream before bed.

Violet would not be a housekeeper, but a keeper of time; she’d be the internal clock I rely on but inevitably ignore.

The day has started.

Eyes are open.

And there are many-a-thing to be done.

What will we accomplish, dear Violet?

. . .

SnapDragon is a teacher, artist, mom, and possible number one fan of the egg & cheese sandwich.

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18 responses to “The Assistant.”

  1. I want a Violet in my life as well…

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    1. We can wish, right? 😂

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      1. maybe we can go in halfsies… 🙂

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      2. Haha. Sounds good! 🤪

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  2. Violet appears firmly grounded and sound.

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    1. She does, doesn’t she? She’s my role model. 🤪

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  3. Sign me up for one. I could use the help.


  4. Dear Beautiful Friend,

    I am in awe of how relevant your posts always are to my own life. I have been absent from the blogosphere for a short time because I have been attempting to be my own Violet. Being a human is hard. Doing it well is even harder.

    I have unquestionable faith in you. I know your heart is even bigger than your mind (which is vast and intelligent and deliciously creative). Allow yourself the freedom to do the things you mentioned when you can (knowing that scheduling them may not be your style), and the permission to willfully ignore them when you cannot – wrapped in the comforting knowledge that can and cannot are equally valid.

    You have a beautiful child who is blessed with a spectacular mother. That child has an amazing future ahead of them, because it is you who will be guiding it. When all other lights go out, gaze at that one… because it will endure in its glow.

    I love you, Girl. Love. You.

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    1. Thank you, my sweet, sweet friend. Your words mean more than you know.
      I am so glad the post resonates with you! And I hope you are well. 🕊

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  5. 🤣 I want a Violet, too! One of my favorite parts: “Violet would not be a housekeeper, but a keeper of time; she’d be the internal clock I rely on but inevitably ignore.”

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    1. Thank you, friend! 🕊

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  6. I’m giving my best effort to be my own Violet.

    Needless to say, some days are better than others but I persist❣️❣️😂🤣

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    1. For sure! Sometimes it’s all we can do. 🕊

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  7. Violet is my mother’s name but at 93 , she might be a little old for what you want.

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    1. Oh, wow! It’s such a lovely name. Wishing you well. 🕊

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  8. I want one too! 🙋🏻‍♀️

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