Category Archives: things we don’t talk about

the first time around.

The first time I saw him he was sitting on a stool, sort of leaning his 6′ 4″ hulking football player body forward with his elbows on his knees behind the customer service desk at Family Fare. His hat was … Continue reading

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a day at the beach

Again, I didn’t belong there. I can’t remember getting on the boat; the first thing I remember is watching two visibly older parents (made older by the events of the past month) watching a boat full of family take what … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, being an adult is really not that great, being free, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember | 14 Comments

Personality Spill

The following post is entirely fictional although based in some reality–because aren’t all stories? I knew something was going to give.  I was tempting fate by carrying so much stuff in one load, but I really hated making more than … Continue reading

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Devil Inside

That look she just gave you?  It’s because she doesn’t agree with how you parenting your child. (Why the hell didn’t you clean the bathroom?  What have you been DOING all day?) ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER ANGER … Continue reading

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I am from…

I am from cornfields, from the smell of manure and the buzz of deer flies. I am from the corn in the woods for the bucks and the doe. (Yellow, tempting it attracts our forest neighbors.) I am from gravel … Continue reading

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The Day That Exploded

This week everyone is remembering.  Because we are not supposed to forget. So I will remember…. I was teaching middle school Spanish. The assistant principal came to the door to say a plane had crashed in the World Trade Center … Continue reading

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Can’t Lose You

He looked so ridiculous.  He clearly didn’t belong at this concert.  In fact, I am pretty sure he only knows two songs that may or may not be performed. He was there for me.  He knew I needed to get … Continue reading

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