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  • I want youuuuu to show me the way

    Gabriel sits across from me, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees, eyes at my level trying unsuccessfully to slice through my stoicism. He shakes his dishwater blond curls ever so slightly as if to the beat of my 70s song list, but I know better. I can never tell if his eyes…

  • Hissing

    You hear that? That’s about the third time it’s happened and yeah it’s always when I’m the only human around. Once I even did say something, the other times I’ve caught myself. “Sid, stop!” I had called out. It’s a hiss, a very distinct cat-like hiss emanating from the middle of the…

  • Yay!

    Tests came back just fine. There’s nothing wrong with me. Well, physically at least.

  • Retreat

    I’ve done it again. Inadvertently overwhelmed myself and subsequently retreated back under the rock from whence I came. It’s just too much right now and at least, I guess, I can recognize it and crawl away for awhile. I just don’t want to play anymore. Not right now, anyway. “They…

  • Red Creek

    I’m traveling backward. Funny when you see where you’ve been rather than what’s up ahead its easier to appreciate than dread. The axle creaks and chassis shakes as sienna rocks and mud answer the question of what tossed me a moment before. Good one! Jarring. My back is pressed to…

  • Monday

    Sitting here listening to Ms. Charlotte yell “Hello!!! Hello!!! Hello!!! Mom, MOM I know you’re there!!!!” into the phone. Poor Charlotte. She’s five offices down from me and there’s never any question when she’s trying to deal with her parents. I’m quite lucky. My parents have taken good care of…

  • Rachel

    I have the coolest, most wickedest bruise on my left arm right above my wrist. This time Lily didn’t play so we couldn’t compare who had the better one, but I’m quite certain even if she had I would have won. I think I’ll get a photo of it and…

  • Scratch

    (April 9, 2008) I was downstairs making a PB&J for lunch when I heard a scratch on the door. At first I ignored it, I mean, the wind and blowing snow are enough to kick up debris that could easily knock against the door. Then I remembered Maxie. It’s been nearly…

  • Dream a Little Dream . . .

    Stars shining bright above you; night breezes seem to whisper I love you . . . “He’s on the beach, Cathy. I left him there. Can’t you see him?” No. I can’t. There are only scraps, shards of wood, seashells and seascum and . . . what is it? I…

  • Exotic male dancers

    I’ve never asked a man. Never needed to and why would I want to? I’m not pretty. I’m just blond and athletic and friendly. I have a dorky-ass smile and my cheekbones are way out of whack. Whatever I am must be enough. “I’ve never hit on a man,” I thought today while walking…