Tag: glamorous
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A Tale of Two Pools
One of these worlds is gone, and to the other, we will never return.
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I’m Here
All my life I’ve known I was “creative” and “different.” Only recently have I realized that I’m both neurodivergent and bisexual. In my youth, as I struggled with drugs, alcoholism, depression, and underemployment, it never…
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A thousand tiny pieces
Snow White pushed a stack of ceramic espresso dishes off of the kitchen counter this morning, to see how many of them would smash into a thousand tiny pieces. The answer was most of them.
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My Glamorous Life
At 4:00 PM, I went to bed to rest up from my head cold, and promptly fell asleep. When I awoke, the clock said 7:15. Oh, no! I banged on my daughter’s door. “You’re going…
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The state of things
At the end of therapy this morning, I felt like the lone Samurai at the end of a Japanese movie. His warlord has betrayed him, his fellow Samurai have fallen into dishonor, and the rice…
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One Hug
JUST WEEKS ago, my daughter’s mother moved out of state. The kid’s been having a tough time with it, and with school, and with her upcoming tenth birthday, which won’t work out the way she…
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Dog Day Morning
THE DOGS leave today. While my ex has been away this month, I’ve watched her two small dogs. And so have my two cats—especially the black alpha. Add an active eight year old girl to…
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That’s love.
FOR TWO YEARS, our daughter was bullied in school. The school didn’t notice and our daughter didn’t complain so we didn’t know. Finally a mom saw and told us. After that, things happened quickly. One…
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The Wind-Down
LISTENING to Coltrane. Taking a break after assembling American Girl doll bunk beds. The tuxedo cat has appropriated Ava’s American Girl doll tent as his personal summer house. Ava is making up a song about…
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New Sources of Social Awkwardness
MY 6-year-old connected her iPad Smurfs game to my Facebook account, and now she’s sending “I Smurf You” cards to my Facebook contacts.
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Life is Beautiful
I haven’t slept. For much of last night, my daughter Ava cried out in her sleep with nightmares. Eventually her cries would wake us both. Instead of going back to sleep, Ava would chat with…
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Flying North
I was in the Austin airport, looking for my gate, when a raspy voice rang out.
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Body Talk
Things I hate about me.
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How my grandfather came to America
While my great grandfather hid in a rain barrel, a Ukrainian villager raped my great grandmother. Some time later, my grandfather was born.
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Running woman and madman
Two incidents mark my morning walk to work.