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Weeds
I’m watering the lawn in the front, in the northwest corner that’s dotted with brown spots that look suspiciously like urine kill from neighborhood dogs and cats, and I’m pulling weeds from the rocks and gathering them into my arms so none fall back into the lawn. I put the…
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A kindred and avenging spirit with a side of Korn
There was some confusion in line at the Walgreen’s, what with the lady in front of me switching to a newly opened register but dropping a magazine and ducking to retrieve it and the old bat (there, I used it again) at my back snapping, “Are you going to go?”…
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Gauge
The boys and I were at Outback celebrating Demon Spawn’s new job with the steak and crab special, of which I got none of the crab because Edison’s Black Dahlia wanted extra and his father wasn’t going to get the crab deal and we asked him to because then he…
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Good day
Demon Spawn got a job that is a considerable step up from his miserable existence at Safeway; the check from the Rocky pension to roll over into my IRA arrived and is deposited; Edison’s Black Dahlia started school and is more psyched than he thought he’d be about his classes…
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Hip
For the second time in four years, I’m looking at my children and saying, “Look boys! Your mom is walking!” And they applaud my efforts as if I were a 1-year-old. I can walk again. It’s not like I hadn’t been walking, as if I were wheelchair-bound or any such…
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A break
Let’s do this. Too tired. You need to . . . you’re more fatigued than tired and this is part of the reason you’re fatigued. I can’t, and besides I walked all day, including up and down stairs several times. My hip did great, but now I’m exhausted. You have…
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Tripping Raul’s honest bio
Bios are so dreary. “I worked here and there, clawed my way up from the tar pit to become this amazing specimen of humanity.” Add to that the exaggeration and embellishment factor and you’ve got yourself historical fiction. If I were to write my bio, honestly, it would read something…
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Sense and synchronicity
The bands were tight, the venue open and intimate and the rock was, well, classic. Yup, last night’s Under the Sun concert was pretty freakin’ awesome and as I stood six people deep, wedged among throngs of younger fans and groupies while the bands bared their souls on stage, I thought…
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Small miracles
I ran into the house and quickly dropped the groceries and, panicked, did a 180 at 190 mph back out to the truck, but what I saw made my blood run cold and hot all at once and I screamed, “Don’t move! Don’t move!” But he took a step toward…
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Sharing the dream
Dreading the coming week, I’d had a couple glasses of wine Sunday afternoon and headed to bed early. Like, 8-ish. So when I awakened and it was still dark, I figured it was 4-ish and I wondered why the boys were still watching TV and Edison’s Black Dahlia got defensive…
At Least They're Committed 