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The shaft
She moves her palms up the stiff shaft and wraps her fingers firmly around the rod. It’s not what you want your wife doing, at least most husbands wouldn’t, but I’m not sure hers would care. She starts to pump, slowly at first, then harder and faster until, with a…
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Courage in the face of the unknown
One can never tell when one is going to biff it and I like using the word ‘one’ instead of ‘you’ because it sounds more British and formal. One could pull a Ledger, a Carradine or a Winehouse/Houston or slip on the ice and fall in front of a beer truck…
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The inability to hear conversations through an open email
We started squealing and laughing as soon as Michelle got off the elevator at my office. She’s so beautiful inside and out and we were geared up for a full night o’ girl time, despite the presence of my two guys. I gave her a quick tour of the office, finished up some work and…
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Consumption
My kitchen counter looks like a drug store, a small catch-as-you-can pharmacy. D is coughing upstairs — he has a very dramatic cough — he’s soaking in the tub so he should be comfortable by now. Last night he was feeling so poorly we took him out for menudo. Tonight…
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Femality
Hell! I thought I’d made up a new word, but it’s in the dictionary with a *slash* between it and femininity and I don’t agree that they’re anything alike because you can be female and not the least bit feminine and the word femality is also reminiscent of ‘fatality’ and that…
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My life as a breakfast smoothie
Many mornings I stand by our weary blender and watch through the glass as little by little the collection of spring greens, yogurt, berries, whey and water slowly twirl and mix near the bottom at first then, slowly, higher and higher. Depending on what berries I’ve used, the mixture turns darker pink or…
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T-U-E-S . . . D-A-Y Night!
It’s Saturday evening and when I opened the door to my room I had meant to head downstairs for some semblance of dinner, but instead I heard, “Oh crap!” from one of the three 15-year-olds — the one I gave birth to — and then the sound of his footsteps…
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Violet
He looks a lot like Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so in my head that’s what I call him. He rides the same bus I do and once when I was walking back from the Denver Capitol I saw him walking into a building that was one block southwest…
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Bounce
Having a difficult time getting into the book on Alaska and its mysteries last night while the boys watched “No Country for Old Men,” I defaulted to the “Chicken Soup for the Animal Lovers’ Soul” book my mum bought me for Christmas years back. I’ve only read a story at…
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Recollectin’ on the reason I’m doing this blog
Dear Grandchildren I’ll Never Meet, It’s now 2012 and there’s no sign of you yet, so I’m thinking my prognostication is right on. Well, let’s hope so at this point since your Mom or Dads are only 22, 20 and 15. Another 10 years, methinks, at least, and yes I…
At Least They're Committed 