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Missing
Grief is a peculiar beast. There are some days the grief monster is at my heels, clinging to my back like a parasitic twin-a ride or die lover. Other days, the grief beast keeps its distance. It’s there in the … Continue reading
Tammy
I’m not deathly afraid of spiders and I try not to kill them when I find them in my house because I figure it’s not like they’re specifically out to get me and it would be like punting a toddler … Continue reading
I Get a Little Bit Nervous
I missed the opportunity to drink, experiment with drugs, and sleep around when I was in my 20’s. Now that I’ve tripped into my 40’s I find myself making up for lost time. Picture it: it’s 1992. I just lost … Continue reading
Don’t Bother Famous People While They’re Drinking
While my mom was in hospice, dying from cancer, my brother and I had a favorite bar we used to frequent after visiting her. I apologize-kinda-but a lot of my blogs end up having my dead mom pop up in … Continue reading
Cig-regrets (I’ve had a few)
So I did a dumb thing. I did a REALLY stupid thing. I started smoking on and off last February right before my mom died. I’m the child of two smokers and somehow escaped becoming a smoker for 40 years. … Continue reading
How to Talk to an Orphan
Am I still an orphan even though I’m 41? My Father died a long time ago, no big loss. But I’ll tell you what: my mom died 9 months ago and it destroyed me. It’s still destroying me. She and … Continue reading
Love is a Chemical Reaction (it’s also a battlefield)
I’m sitting in a tattoo parlor on a Saturday night, glaring at a happy couple across from me draped over one another. The man, young and soft bellied, looks a little nervous like he’s getting his first tattoo. His wife … Continue reading
Max Goes to the Vet
Max the dog is a mutant. I mean that in the best way possible. His sisters are mutants too. All three of them have health problems, legs that go out. Pixie, the smallest, has cataracts and looks like a … Continue reading
Cookie Shaming
Special thanks to Gloria for coming up with the term cookie shaming. Sometimes the only reason to go to work is the thought that someone might bring cookies or donuts. Last week it was maple bars layered with bits of … Continue reading
The Fiendish Sex Lives of Coworkers
Okay, I don’t really know anything about my coworkers’ sex lives. Thank the Baby Jesus or I’d spend every day trying to put my own eyes out with my pinky. I just thought it was an eye-catching title. Besides, none of my … Continue reading