this soul that is so rightfully mine
I didn’t take a picture of it. I didn’t take a picture of any of them. Hell, truth be known, I thought each and every one of them would be trucked back home with me. I didn’t think that anyone would or...
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when the blood poured out of me Her stories read loud and She spends punctuation like it’s going out of style. His voice is tinny (advances in telephonic technology be damned), oh How in the world is...
View Articlea certain amount of magic and science
Sometimes I wake up and I think, “I don’t know who the fuck I am.” That is what age and wisdom does to you. The more you discover yourself, the less you know who you are. The trick is to get...
View Articlepulling quarters
A few years back, my life was in a state that could best be described as ‘high and dry’. As I started regaining myself, I met a man who was drunk and kind and whose smile had this ridiculous mix of...
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stuff is an errant child
Today Maxim got locked out of his PayPal account due to a goofy glitch in the system. There was money sitting in there, money that he needed –we needed– and he started to freak out a little bit in his...
View Articlea self-indulgent little pep talk and general restatement of core beliefs upon...
I will not conform to this world. I will not let my experiences define me. I will, however, allow them to inform how I view others and how I make decisions. Being hemmed in builds a propensity toward...
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In the last several months, while hysterical things were happening to our finances, I found myself fantasizing about money over and over. It’s not like you think. What I found myself fantasizing about...
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this one meanders some, but we’ll get there
There is one picture of me in my Mother’s belly. She is in an aqua housedress, holding a casserole dish out in front of her –gripped with potholder hands– and beaming. “It was my first banana pudding,”...
View Articleone thing I’m not
“When are you going to die?” Sherry asked me. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about that part.” I’d told her about how I’d always known I wasn’t going grow old; I’d touched on the dreams. “Why not?”...
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