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On Grape and/or Strawberry jelly, Scarlett Johansson’s Boobs, and Being a Cat...
In a brief conversation with a life-long friend (more like acquaintance, but I can’t call him a school mate because I’m not 65 yet), he asked if I’d always had self-esteem problems or if they’d...
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Once Upon a Time…
I once knew a girl who didn’t know how to cope with the life that she was given. She couldn’t afford therapy, so she tried to type away the pain. A heavy hand stroked a keyboard, sometimes covered in...
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February
February wasn’t mine. And, even though it can be so tough to put your life on the shelf to help someone else, it was a blessing for me. As someone who lives in their heart OR head all the time, I’ve...
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March
The idea that life goes back to ‘normal’ after tragedy is a lie. What really happens, whether for better or worse, is that normal becomes something different. Sure, there are vague remnants of your...
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Springtime
The lessons learned at the end of winter were practiced more through early spring. I’d be lying to you if I said that life got easier. It simply didn’t. How could it, really? The events endure don’t...
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City Summers (Goodbye, suburbia)
I moved into a city apartment this week. This is an exciting step for me, as I’ve always wondered if I could live in the city, alone, and maintain my sanity. I’m one week into my experiment and my...
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Hiatus
It’s funny, you know, when pieces of life seem to seamlessly melt into one another. How tragic it is that one life doesn’t always seem to fit together. We can only work for so long at something before...
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A Million Stories
On Monday, October 22nd, 2012, I signed a contract for a new car. My bug, the previously-repossessed car I’ve spoken of so many times before, was facing major repairs, and the dollar signs I was facing...
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Anonymity
Two years and four months ago, I typed my first post on a keyboard, sitting at a computer, sweating in the Missouri summer. I suffered strangling feelings of resentment and fear. And I wrote the fuck...
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Morning Reminders
J would kill me if he knew I was posting this. But he doesn’t. And I am. He’s working mandatory overtime in ways that most people couldn’t handle: working every day of the week and weekend, 8 hour...
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