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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Lacking focus

    Ouch. Damn. Stretching my jaw out only makes me cough which makes that throbbing spot in my temple ache more. I’ve been clenching my teeth, I guess. I’ve recently learned that when you love someone and she’s fighting for her life, you’re fighting too no matter how far away she is. Fighting…

  • Watcher

    Silly, silly creatures. Even at this stage of life they watch. From across the room, across the bus, across the street, across the restaurant. Do they think that an extra 15, 20, 30 feet of distance renders them invisible? Most people aren’t so naive, most are cognisant of time, space and…

  • Come out and play

    Wow. I caught my silhouette in the shadows and my boobs look waaay too perky. Lily will, I’m sure, notice immediately when I see her next and again point out that I suck at buying bras. Not that my boobs aren’t perky, they just don’t point up is all. I’m…

  • Failed rite of passage

    The sun is coming up but it’s doing nothing to chase the darkness from my room. It won’t. It can’t. Not while they’re here. I’m laying in fetal position on the bed unable to move. There are two of them, one standing, hands stuffed in pockets, straggly white hair cascading down a…

  • Ashes, ashes . . .

    I pick up the spoon by its maroon and white ribbon. It is wedged in the passenger-side door pocket of our Ford Freestar amid old receipts and a clear plastic bag. The ribbon is tied neatly and somehow permanently glued to the silver handle along with three, squarish white beads with the…

  • Seventeen

    Bean bag entrails, chocolate clotted candy wrappers, moldy pennies, broken pencils, a football we’ve been missing for a year, the fleshy residue of a peel-off face mask from two nights ago . . . Demon Spawn’s former room is a character in and of itself, like the Stanley Hotel in The…

  • Bewildered

    I can’t get his head to stop spinning nor his eyes to stop rolling. Not yet. I can slow them down occasionally by putting my hands on either side of his face pressing my palms hard on his temples and staring right into his panicked green eyes. “The funeral is…

  • ‘Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress. . . ‘

    OK, got back from partying with my best friends, Caitlin and Jeff, and my 17-year-old has this oldies CD on with my brother Dan’s all time favorite song on it! “Lord have meeerrsaaay!” totally rocking out, but then he has a date and takes it away. So sad. Guess I’ll…

  • Sweet

    Angelo reads my blog! Or at least he tries to! Teehee. He asked me today if I knew it was confusing. That is so, so sweet! OK, I’ll try to keep the reader in mind (didn’t know there were any) and write with a LITTLE more sense and continuity . . .…

  • Don’t forget . . .

    The two sweet faces looking for me at the airport while Joan battled the parking police at the airport. Rob stopping by. Sitting with Aunt Joan talking about ghosts . . . Dinner at Applebees with David and Judy and learning how to decorate cakes Lunch at Applebees with Aunt…