by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
When I was a kid, adults never used that word.
Instead they said,
"Are you lollygagging again?"
"Stop dawdling and get to work."
We also had signs in case we forgot and stopped moving.
And my favorite:
"Idle hands are the Devil's tools."
Eventually I grew up. Now I can linger as long as I want and no one is going to tell me to quit loafing. But I don't.
I love that word.
Today I'm going to do a little of it.
Linger in bed or linger over coffee, or dab on a little perfume and let the smell linger around my desk.
Because I don't want my only lingering to be on my death bed.
I want to experience it right now.