Nonfiction and Poetry
I plan for the worst. Hope for the best. I fret. There’s always a time limit. When the time runs out, I kickbox or I run. When I was a little girl, my Dad used to walk into our family room on Saturday mornings–maybe seven am-ish, and I’d be playing mystery computer games. I played [...]
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I have a few favorite stores and designers and Anthropologie is one of them. They’re advertising this hanging bed, and I mean seriously. I’d likely never make anything of myself if I owned it. No, not anything. Quotes would go unanswered. Time would flyby nights and daylights wouldn’t matter. Not one bit. The percentage of [...]
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“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know” —Hemingway I’m better at surprises now. The dreams are enormous. We are lying on a paisley blanket beneath a sunburst sky. I have the hiccups. You have the why’s. Why is it you? You’ve interpolated my verbiage and now all I want to do is [...]
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You know those success stories of people who were like 900 pounds as a kid and then they grew up to become a health coach? Or like those stories of people who advocate against drunk driving because they got like 4.5 DUIs? Or haven’t you seen those drug programs that claim they can fix you [...]
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He doesn’t make promises. I’d like to know a bigger why beyond just any ‘ole response, and yet, I’m stutterstuck. I’ve heard this “no promises” rule before, actually. From many people. I think it’s the idea that if you make a person a promise, there’s a chance you’ll break it. You know, the general consensus [...]
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I have an innate fear of being cheated on. Not an insecurity, a fear. Let me be clear: I usually fail to give a person enough time to know when or if he is fully invested, in anything. He realizes too late that he was. Sometime along these lines I find out he’s cheated. There [...]
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He is sitting on the edge of my couch and I am watching the way he talks. Someone else is spraying Windex into my eyes, and ketchup globs around spinning in circles—splush all over the kitchen and I am screaming through my bones that I love, that I love. He is sitting on a comma, [...]
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Putting together a few new essays to publish and then this happened, thought I’d share.
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My client Foxy Vintage and I have a wonderful real-ationship. She has the prettiest vintage wears. Like no, really vintage, and they’re utterly gorgeous. And I… am lucky enough to have been hired to tell the world about them. As her Fashion Description Writer, I’ve created many fashionably elevated stories designed to add emphasis to [...]
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Try not calling for a week or so and then explain it’s because you knew I’ve been busy. Really, all that you knew because you called so much? Blame it on the al-al-al-al-alcohol. Fill your glass so overfull you can’t help but notice how empty it is, you know, with so much empty water-nothingness in [...]
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