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Danny sits in the corner reading Mad Magazine, but not really. Shirley made a bundt cake with butterbrickle frosting. It didn’t really help and only Reuben ate a slice and even then he didn’t finish it. Christopher stares out the window at the rain that never seems to stop. They were all stuck inside. Usually rainy days were fun, especially when your mother was the Creator of the Universe.

But this time it was different. Keith wasn’t there to try out a new song or ask Laurie what a good organ fill would be. Most obviously missing was Danny and Keith’s banter back and forth. Shirley sadly whips the potatoes as she remembers how Danny and Keith would mercilessly go back and forth with each other until she felt she had reached the breaking point.

And now she misses it. What she would give to see Keith smash his acoustic guitar on Danny’s head, causing him to scream and fall on the carpet, staining it with his freckled blood. Christopher keeps staring out the window as the rain falls. Laurie hasn’t left her bedroom but just keeps writing “I Can Feel Your Heartbeat” on her fogged up window, as tears spill down onto her David Cassidy pillowcase.

Tracy is in a cold tunnel. She can hardly find her way and keeps stubbing her toes and falling on her knees. She cries for her mother but her voice just echoes off the tunnel walls. And then she sees a rabbit with beautiful, fluffy yellow fur and bright, orange glowing eyes. It starts to hop away and Tracy follows as best as she can, hoping that the rabbit will lead her out of the gray, cold tunnel. She runs as fast as her little feet can move but eventually she loses sight of the rabbit.

As she collapses on her hands and knees sobbing, she feels something. At first she thinks it’s a raisin and she’s hungry. But then she holds it to her nose and realizes it’s bunny droppings. She smiles in the dark with understanding and slowly, carefully makes her way along the tunnel floor, her fingers searching for more fertility feces.

She keeps finding it which guides her further and further up the tunnel system. And then the pellets stop. Tracy starts to cry in the dark. And as she cries, she notices that the rain has stopped even though it wasn’t raining in the tunnel and then she opens her eyes realizing it was just a dream.

Sun streams through her bedroom window as her face slowly smiles and she whispers under her breath, “Good morning, Keith.”

REJOICE KEITH PARTRIDGE REIGNS FOREVER!

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"I’m forever blowing bubbles. Pretty bubbles in the air. They fly so high. Nearly reach the sky. But then they fall And fade and die. Bubbles I keep blowing Blowing here and there. I’m forever blowing bubbles Pretty bubbles in the air."

-Tracy Partridge, 2016

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Partridge Freak Trading Card by Whale Song Partridge

Heavy Haiku by Bubblegum Partridge

All We Are Saying is Give TV a Chance

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Q: Hi, I’m an Odinist and was wondering, could I be an Odinist and also join The Partridge Family Temple?

A: Why of course! The Partridge Family Temple is inclusive and a safe space for all spiritual, fast-food and religious practices. You can wear yellow and green-striped hip huggers and a Thors hammer. As you can see, Tracy Partridge’s Patti Partridge doll is clearly sporting a death rune button. 

Also, the doll plays Patticake from the nursery rhyme:

Prick it and prick it, And mark it with a T And we all know the “T” is the Týr rune. 

Also, the esoteric meaning behind this doll is that it’s Danny and Tracy’s love child and we all know that Danny is Loki. So hop on board the bus to Valhalla!

Q: Jeez, thanks!

A: Hey, no problem. After all, the Great Pear Tree is just another name for Yggdrasil.

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Shirley pulls the sugar cookies out of the oven. She smiles warmly as she sets them on the counter to cool. She turns around, “Tracy, are you done mixing the orange Philadelphia cream cheese frosting?”

Tracy’s adorable ginger snap face laughs, “Yes, mom.”

Shirley comes around the table and while laughing wipes a little bit of frosting off of Tracy’s nose.

Shirley and Tracy put frosting on the cookies on a lovely Spring afternoon in April. Tracy’s been home sick for the past couple of days but is finally feeling better. Shirley’s happy that Tracy’s feeling better and also appreciates the alone time when the other kids are at school. Sometimes Shirley feels bad Tracy’s always been so quiet and shy that sometimes she seems left out. She’s Shirley’s littlest and yet has a big responsibility playing lead tambourine in the band.

Shirley says, “I’ll get the pitcher of milk and we’ll have some of these cookies before the others get home. Sound okay?”

“Ok!” Tracy chirps.

Shirley finishes her glass of milk and asks Tracy, “Do you remember that time Danny lost all of his socks in the dryer?”

Tracy laughs and says, “Yes.”

Shirley continues, “And do you remember when we saw those dinosaurs and they were fighting?

Tracy says, “Yes, that was exciting!”

“What’s your favorite memory, Tracy?” asks Shirley.

Tracy twirls her cute little head like a kitten. Ponders and then says, “When I invented flowers. That’s my happiest day, Mom. I’ve invented billions of things but the happiest day is the day I created the flower.”

Shirley smiles, “Yes, I remember that day, dear. That was the day the Great Power came like thick, invisible electricity to the land. Yes, that was a happy day.”

Tracy says, “What’s your favorite memory, mommy?”

Shirley replies, “Hmmm. I would say the happiest day is the day you died. Do you remember that day, Tracy?”

Tracy looks concerned and she whispers, “No. I don’t remember day I die.”

Shirley strokes Tracy’s red hair and says, “It was a beautiful day. It was in the Spring. I was walking through the new green fields when I saw a little speck of color in the distance. As I got closer I saw that it was something new in the world. I bent down to see more clearly what it was. It had a green stalk, two leaves and six white petals with a yellow circular center. As I bent down to look at it more closely I noticed the most beautiful smell I’d ever experienced. It was like perfume but of the earth; living and delightful to the delicate nostril hairs. I smiled and thought, “What is this wondrous thing? I think I’ll call it a flower.”

It was such a beautiful day. The sun had been out for over three thousand years. I bent down and picked the newly-named flower.”

Tracy looks down at the kitchen table and her empty cookie plate and slowly nods her head. “Yes, mommy. I remember. That was the day I died.”

Tracy starts to sniffle. Little blue tears trickle down her freckled face. She continues, “But then you put me in your golden honey hair and planted me so deep that I would never die again. Do you remember that, mommy?”

Shirley with tears streaming down her face says, “Yes, Tracy. I’ll never forget that.” As she places a flower on her grave.

Suzanne Crough. March 6,1963 – April 27, 2015

Artwork by Temple Brother Leonardo Casas aka Hey, Mister Sun Partridge