The Sweater
There’s a little sand-golden house down a quiet road. Across from it, the wilds of Florida spike palm-shaped toward the sky, cardinals and their mates wheel over...
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A Letter I
It’s been a year. I have written that sentence all week more times than I care, staring at a blank wordpress post page and trying to culminate thirty three years...
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Mommy drinks because you Mel
Things I did that probably scarred my mother for life & made her question my sanity: Wander into a neighbors yard around four years of age and hand-pull up all of...
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And that’s why to this day, f*@cking shoes.
As I’ve mentioned before, when I was very little, we used to live on base in Alberta in a lower income area called Tin Town, named creatively due to the fact the...
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This Banana Tastes Like Coma
I was a horrible child. There. I said it. I know that this comes to a great shock to all of you as my well behaved, mannerly, polite and lady-like posts as well as...
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