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full-grown cabbage and kitten angst
so i’m driving down the road today with my eight-year-old (almost nine! she’s quick to point out) and all of sudden she makes some exclamation of wonder, something like “whoa, look at that!” i look around expecting to see a princess riding by on a pony or perhaps one of those horrid little robot-like disney…
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Trapped in Beauty, or, What Happens When You Laugh at Others’ Misfortune.
So the other day, my dear friend C shared a story with me. It was a first-person account of a woman’s struggle to extricate herself from a girdle-type garment. I actually laughed until I cried, both because the writing was so hysterical and because I knew that there was no way my scrawny, boobie-deprived self…
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in silence, but not, obviously.
there is a reason i lived in silence for so long. words have a way of traveling to places they don’t need to go, getting beaten up and turned around along the way, so that by the time they reach the end of the path they’re falling into the ears of people who don’t understand,…
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cranial ablation
today is one of those days: the kind that make you wonder about just about everything. i have gary jules’ cover of “mad world” on repeat and i feel like a cliche, looking out the window at the sun that stays out there and paints everything in light but me. [cue the violins; somebody call…
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what happens when april changes her facebook status…
or, how to become a menagerie in a few simple steps. so last week, i posted a status update to the effect of wanting a kitten to sleep by my feet. i wasn’t entirely serious, i mean i was, because kittens are darling little fluffballs, but then they grow up and get knocked up when…
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hours
the days are short in january, if you calculate by hours of light, but the darkness is what makes the days longer, really… summer has long hours of sun, but they pass like christmas when you’re five; too short and never enough time for everything. january’s hours are longer, endless sometimes, cold rain and grey…
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year zero
i have a confession. i am a serial blogger. i create blogs, post a few times, then get distracted, lose the log-in info and eventually they starve to death in some dark corner of the internet, huddled in a quivering heap. one of these days someone will stumble onto this pile of skeletal words i…