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Dogs, Family, letters, Life

So Mom, Let Me Tell Ya Bout The Great Arachnid Hunter And Other Pleasing Anecdotes For Fear

The days now kind of just melt together, and I lose track of what day it is. Weekends have meant very little for some time, but now day and night have become interchangeable, merely long stretches of waking life, interspersed with long pauses for sleep. Mornings, try as I might to stay up later, well, mornings happen way too early. My schedule is all whacked … Continue reading So Mom, Let Me Tell Ya Bout The Great Arachnid Hunter And Other Pleasing Anecdotes For Fear

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Dogs, Family, letters

A Letter To My Dead Mom Where I Tell Her About The COVIdiots And How I’ve Learned To Cope With Lockdown Anxiety

Blissful hermit isn’t exactly the way I’d describe my confinement, and any suggestion of that I may have given is bull poop on a Popsicle stick. As you well know, panic, anxiety and depression runs rampant throughout our family tree, on both sides of that 49th, twisting and tying us in knots, though some of us more than others. So, for me, keeping this anxiety … Continue reading A Letter To My Dead Mom Where I Tell Her About The COVIdiots And How I’ve Learned To Cope With Lockdown Anxiety

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Dogs, Family, letters, Life

Between Panic And Calm, Love And Loathing, Us And Them, Healers And Hoarders, Is My Chihuahua

For months before my location closed and that part of my life ended, oh, how I had craved for some time to myself, to be the hermit again, relish my introvert, soothed by solitude. Now I find that I am sleeping longer, and this cocooning has been my guilty pleasure. As such my days have not changed all that much. I mean, I’ve languished in … Continue reading Between Panic And Calm, Love And Loathing, Us And Them, Healers And Hoarders, Is My Chihuahua

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Family, letters

I'm A Zen Master Of Isolation, But That Line Between Sanity And Madness Can Be Kinda Thin Right Now

So, um, this morning sucked. Had almost a complete and utter breakdown. I mean, the morning till that point had been fine, talked to Lex for a while, she updated me on dad and MsB. All’s good. Well, good as can be expected. I had set up this app on my phone to pay with, rather than using my actual bank card, so I didn’t … Continue reading I'm A Zen Master Of Isolation, But That Line Between Sanity And Madness Can Be Kinda Thin Right Now

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Family, letters

The Heartbreaking Reality Unfolding Down Yonder In The Land Of My Birth

Gnash my teeth, if I had any left, seething rage, as I watch the number of positive tests for the virus tick up, and deaths mount across the land, and thousands are going to die needlessly because of the inaction of one man. Incompetence, or evil, same difference, whether with ignorance of intent, the dead will still be dead. Then last night the news hit … Continue reading The Heartbreaking Reality Unfolding Down Yonder In The Land Of My Birth

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letters, Life

Panic, Pandemic, and The Fifth Letter To The Prettiest Girl In Town

Over the last 48 hours, I have gnashed my teeth in rage at some peoples utter and complete ignorance, and had tears streaming down my face at the courage and heart of the human experience. So mom, things have changed a bit since I wrote you… what… 2 weeks now? Or, maybe its more that perception has changed, as we are globally now facing a … Continue reading Panic, Pandemic, and The Fifth Letter To The Prettiest Girl In Town

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essays, Family, letters, Life, Stories

At The Age Of Giving Zero Fock-A-Roonies, And How I Got Here – the 4th letter to the prettiest girl in town

Whilst tapping the proverbial foot, I await this thing I have avoided for over a decade. Queued, with no particular place to go, I await this call that will determine the date of removal of what remains of my shoddy munchers, as I dream of the day my teeth no longer make me look like a homeless crack whore. Then go out and get the … Continue reading At The Age Of Giving Zero Fock-A-Roonies, And How I Got Here – the 4th letter to the prettiest girl in town

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Dogs, Family, Journals, letters, Life

And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

Once again, I make plans and the universe laughs its arse off… you really thought it would be that easy? That simple?… and erupts into a maniacal howling convulsion. Have often thought that perhaps all the decisions we make, the good, the bad, and even the downright ugly, coalesce into one giant hand, and slap us up side the head, knocking us off our path, … Continue reading And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

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Family, Journals, letters, Life

Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

Stopped to take a breath, and WHOOSH, February was almost half-way gone and I had not done the things I needed to do. Things I should have done a long, long time ago. Fear and worry paralyzing me, of course over-thinking it all, of which you too were a victim, had entangled me for much too long. I really needed to take a break, relax, … Continue reading Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

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essays, letters

Conflict Of The Colonial Creators

Over visiting a friend last night and relating to him the contents of a documentary I’d watched recently on Thomas Jefferson where they spoke of the long-term relationship he’d had with one of his slaves, a Sally Henning, and the children they had together. I was telling him how it couldn’t be a love relationship, was not today considered as such as it is recognized … Continue reading Conflict Of The Colonial Creators

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letters, Love, Stories, vignettes

The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

One theme, one prevailing right from the beginning, the first theme, the theme that started it all – death. A recurring theme. Like the dying and those about to die, those who have loved ones who are dying, all seem drawn to me, over and over. Long and in-depth encounters, or brief liaisons with strangers beside one another at a bar shooting the breeze. I … Continue reading The 44th Draft: how to love a dying man

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The Path
letters, Stories, vignettes

So Saith I This Is The 48th: to fiction or non

To say the least, this stroll down the drafty lane is an exercise sometimes in throwing caution to the wind and just let it be, let ‘er fly, flow, and this is one of those, I suppose.  I had to think about this one for a bit, trying to untangle what the heck I was talking about, and then I remembered, I took a stroll … Continue reading So Saith I This Is The 48th: to fiction or non

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letters, vignettes

The 50th And I: how i got through my horrible, no good, very bad day

This one just kinda jumped out at me from the next in the pile of unposted posts and said, “pick me, pick me”, and so I did, as last Saturday had almost completely fallen headfirst into a horrible, no good, very bad day. This time there were two key differences, and one being that I can entirely lay blame at my own feet, since it was I … Continue reading The 50th And I: how i got through my horrible, no good, very bad day

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