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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,…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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 .…
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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…
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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.…
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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…
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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…
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Miss Placebo
My folks didn’t pay for my college. Scripps Howard payed a little bit — enough for tuition and a little bit of food — but the rest was up to me. To save money, Mariko, my Siamese cat, and I had moved out of the beautiful old house that had…
