by Holly Huckeba
I am not the noun.
My husband is the noun. My father is the noun. My grandmother was the noun. Nouns get the verb. Nouns get the predicate. Subject, object; it’s immaterial. Nouns get the attention.
Despite my best efforts, I am not the noun.
I am the adjective. I’ve spent a lifetime being the adjective, just like my mother before me. Adjectives modify nouns. Adjectives describe the condition of nouns. But adjectives do not stand alone. I hate being the adjective.
I love being the adjective.
One thing is for certain: The adjective is dependent on the noun for its existence. No one but a hack or an addict would claim the reverse.
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