Monthly Archives: March 2011

Boy, 20.5 inches, 8lb.4oz.

They told me my baby’s birth was scheduled for April 1st. When I found out he’d be a he, I thought, how perfect. Boy baby born on April Fools’ Day. Boys love April foolishness, pull pranks, make mischief. Might as … Continue reading

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Keeping It Real

I’m pretty sure it’s not safe to trust someone who can’t make a proper pastrami sandwich. There I said it. I can’t be the first one who’s thought it. I just said it out loud. Pastrami isn’t made on sourdough. … Continue reading

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Sorrow Dislodged From Throat

“You hit my car!” Hollered from middle of the street. Red Corolla’s wheels squealed. Turned left and disappeared. Shit. Day started at 5AM, taking Dad to visit Mom in the hospital. You know, right before taking him to be admitted … Continue reading

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Random Acts of Visibility

Okay so once there was a hotel clerk that kept my running shoes under her desk so I’d have ‘em when I traveled there, every month or so. Sneakers are big. Heavy too. Take up the whole danged suitcase. Packing … Continue reading

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The Best One in the House

The story goes that she wasn’t supposed to have a cat. Had one anyway. Tucked away in her apartment. That’s how some girls are. Have their own rules (I know, I did, too). One day the landlord found out and … Continue reading

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From Tales of Growing Together

Within a few months the lease was up on the cottage and the young woman living there didn’t want to stay. Couldn’t blame her really. How many people want to hang around after a suicide? Poor thing. Comes home one … Continue reading

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