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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Good will

    The girl on the bus on the way home kept sobbing and I was listening to my iPod, to A7, to Backstreet Boys and, oh, how I love the songs by One Republic and Carolina Liar! But I could not escape her pain and so, sobbing myself on her behalf,…

  • Fish and Bicycles

    Remember in the mid to late 70s when all the bra burners were running around saying “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle?” That always bugged me because, well, fish would never come in contact with, need or want a bicycle or for that matter…

  • Off the grid

    I was excited that D got to get together with a couple of gal friends from high school with DSII and me coming along, but really I couldn’t watch the lacrosse game so well because I have no contacts until Thursday and I felt really out of place and so…

  • Recognizing what’s truly important . . .

    We’ve launched this lovely volunteering campaign at my place of employment and because I am a “blue” or a “caregiver” or a “burden bearer” or a strange series of letters (depending upon what personality test you’ve taken as part of your team-building activities) I of course volunteered to organize it and it’s going…

  • Wha . . . ?

    When I was in college I lived for a while in a garden level apartment so the window was slightly above my eye level. Once, while I was diligently doing my Jane Fonda exercises, there was a knock on the window. I had a lot of friends in college, so…

  • Things I learned over New Years . . .

    1. Sledding is a metaphor for life. You spend 10 minutes huffing painfully through 18 inches of snow up a steep slope for 15 seconds of bliss as you speed out of mind, out of body downhill . . . then, frantic for the rush, you trudge, panting and cold and…

  • Rite of passage

    I feel not warm nor cool, neither the moss beneath my khaki pants nor the dew on my bare feet as I sit crosslegged on the bank. The pool is quite small, no larger than the size of an average living room, but rounded. My brown sleeves are crossed in front of…

  • Holly, jolly, holly, jolly!

    All right already. Yes, I know. Enough with the weird quotes from X Files and Supernatural and bestowing wrath upon the evils of all mankind and that stuff. I just get all riled up when angels and God and all those guys enter into the equation for some strange reason.…

  • Above

    Ah, how beautiful the snow would be, the Christmas lights, the music bursting from the seams of the homes along the block, throughout the neighborhood and across the country were I looking down upon it from above. But alas, I see but only a house or two deep, hearing nothing…

  • Ball

    “Hi pretty baby!” “Hi!!!” I’m sitting in my chair twisting playfully, I raise my left shoulder shyly. “Want to play?” I twine and untwine my fingers and palms in my lap. “I want to!” I pause . . . “But I’m not supposed to!” I smile and pull slightly away.…