The Lonely Housewife

Writings by lonely housewives everywhere. There is more to this life than a clean kitchen sink. For the wives and mothers from the countryside to the city streets who need a creative break.

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Everyday I walk down to Lakeshore.  I stop at Trader Joe’s to drink some water.  I pass the same people sitting in front of Peet’s.  As I walk by Blockbuster I think of the Netflix movies I still haven’t watched.  I cross the street and look at the cute clothes in the GAP for my son that I can’t afford.  I pass by Arizmendi hoping I might run into to someone.  I look at the posters of events on the window wanting to go somewhere.  Anywhere.