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Author: Tripping Raul

  • What girls are for

    Micheline kept saying that we should sing, but of course we shouldn’t sing because we were at lunch to celebrate Erica’s and Karen’s birthdays and they didn’t want us to sing and, for that matter, I didn’t want to sing. We did laugh a lot and there was some singing,…

  • Girls Talk

    In light of the rude and significant life upheavals a couple of my friends have gone through lately, I feel compelled to set the record straight . . . and maybe make the perps feel a little bit emasculated along the way. I glance at my fingernails, blow on them,…

  • Cannibalism

    In light of the Steve McNair murder/suicide, it occurs to me that it might be appropriate to write my final ‘journalism’ entry in here, which concerns co-covering the trial of Carolyn Gloria Blanton who soon before I moved to the small southwestern town had shot her boyfriend five times while he slept,…

  • Flopping on the floor

    Christine was dating Tigger — we call him Tigger because he made his own Tigger costume and wore it to our Halloween party. And although we both knew he was not The One for her — he didn’t like sunshine nor spending money — she was stunned into silence when he stood in front…

  • Can’t

    He keeps throwing them at me, but the black force around me is impenetrable. I can see that He’s trying, but all those good wishes and all the people who care just keep bouncing off. I can see them, but I can’t feel them. Sucks falling this low because I think if…

  • Exsanguination

    That’s my favorite word. It’s kind of dark and mysterious and when Colleen, Christine and I used it as a pun in our Halloween party invitations a few years back nobody knew what we meant. (It said “The Three Sister’s of the Night invite you to a Halloween exsanguination .…

  • Strides or lack thereof

    All right, dammit! I reread what I wrote below and it comes off as way too negative and I don’t mean it to be negative, just a general observation so that if my grandkids-that-I’ll-never-get-to-meet read it and can identify with the situation they’ll know they got their “tool” genes from…

  • Burgeoning

    So I’m done tonight being everything to everyone and so we’re watching Boondock Saints and I remember delighting in the religious/spiritual juxtaposition of the whole thing and down to earth acting and dialogue, but not having a clue what it’s about and I’m thinking tonight is no different. Family ties.…

  • 18

    All right. There is something totally wrong with this scenerio: My 18-year-old-today son is calling and texting me and asking me to scope out addresses on Mapquest for strip clubs. He’s just SURE he’ll find one that he and his already-18-year-old friends can go to tonight! He seems to be…

  • Invasive thoughts . . .

    I can’t get the image of Daniel Rohrbough’s lifeless body laying prone on the sidewalk out of my head. Green T-shirt, dark jeans, brown hair. It’s the 10th anniversary of Columbine. I won’t go into that afternoon and night because it was traumatic and emotionally crippling for everyone, everyone and it’s…