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  • S’nuff

    “Nice try babe.” “Not nice enough, though, eh?” “No one’s convinced you’re crazy.” “Drat.”

  • 10 days

    I had wondered. Maybe it took longer than I thought; maybe it didn’t. Ten days. Black, black liner and shadow encase my eyes, the whites and blue a stark foreboding contrast. Gray rouge, purple lips, I stare out the screen at the chirping  squirrels, chiding, tempting my dogs to try,…

  • Rich

    Ugh. About to put Rich’s obit on the internal communication newsletter and I popped open the photo and it wasn’t the one where he’s talking to prospective students, with his lips moving and his eyes turned. It’s a black and white and his dark eyes are staring right at me and smiling like…

  • 10 minutes!

    There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good. And when she was bad she was horrid. 😉 Mmmmmartini time!

  • 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 .…