Entries Tagged as 'Life'

Home and Thanks

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We had not prepared a Thanksgiving dinner here, at my childhood home in Hamilton, for over twenty years. The turkey came out well, all the same—I did not dry out the white meat. My sister and her husband Mark (the vegetarians) stuffed and subsequently baked a pumpkin that was not nearly as large as Nicole's [...]


Robbins, Love, Seattle

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I have, just now in this moment, finished reading another farcical fiction, another over-mystical navel-gazer, by Tom Robbins: Still Life with Woodpecker. Although in fact featuring prominently other themes, the novel opens with and focuses on "one serious question." Who knows how to make love stay? I will not offer my own wisdom on the [...]


Coffee and Faces

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Monsters of Folk - Say Please This is what I looked like on December 19, 2008. This is what I looked like on April 2, 2010, the last time my hair was of this length. And this is what I look like today. My hair does seem to be the same length as it was [...]


You (Me)

  • Published Sep 28 2010
  • Closed
  • Tags Life
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Play a game where you close your eyes very tightly, and when you open your eyes, you have amnesia and you must draw the details of your life from your surroundings. AM/PM by Amelia Gray White ceilings. Purple walls. You like the purple. You are in bed. You find a passport on the bedside table. [...]


The Moon and Lakes and Blueberry

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I feel as if I have so much to say , so much building up in my head and heart, but then fail over and over to embark on any descriptive journey. Shall we? Let us. Let us go. Let go. I have a tendency to remark, seriously and sometimes not so much so, "The [...]


Wednesday Get Up and Go

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Rare is the morning when I can just sit down and start working. I check web comics first; I look at Tumblr, Flickr and Facebook. I tweet a twittle. I try to get my mind running and engaged. I attempt to care about life enough to motivate my working. What does it take? Sometimes, a [...]


Still Traveling, Still Puzzling

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I am sitting in my house, having just finished a bowl of Joe's Os with raisins, drinking French press of Victrola's Guatemalan Huehuetenango. Funny that, how you can leave the country for half a year, travel all over, and then still find it acceptable to eat the same breakfast as you always did. I am [...]