I love playing Scrabble. My husband and I played every day before he died. My brother comes over a few times a week and we always take out the board. I’m not really a competitive person but when it comes to Scrabble I like to win.
Letters and words! Is there any better combination? My instinct for symbolism comes alive. Not even my brother’s constant harangue that I fucked the board bothers me.
Getting that seven-letter word! Is there anything better? My most recent seven-letter word (a couple of days ago) was mobster. Had to sacrifice my S, but it was worth it.
Moving those tiles around until that word reveals itself. What a treasure hunt. But what is up with the letter I? It seems like every game somebody has to get three or four of them at once.
I hardly knew any two-letter words before Scrabble but now I know them all. It’s a special coup when you are able to add a word in parallel and get all the crossword points.
My brother was just over. We played Scrabble on the patio. I won. I got the Q, Z, J and X. My Q word was quim. I had to explain to my sister-in-law what that was.
My highest score ever was 440, but I average in the 300s. Just about the record for a single play—365 for quixotry. One can dream.
As writers, we are attracted to words. Scrabble lets me feed my affection.
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