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Troubled Soul
My husband’s aunt came by today. She wanted to know about some lingo, possibly prison terminology, that her daughter heard. It wasn’t prison lingo she was after, but a sentencing level. Thankfully, I wasn’t satisfied with my response and after … Continue reading
Tiger Lilly
Let me begin by saying that I am not a cat person. At least I haven’t been a cat person since about the age of three when our Siamese, Sasha, passed away. She was a rarity, I later learned, in … Continue reading
Putting Down the Paintbrush
“I put down my paintbrush about a year ago,” she exclaimed as we waited to place our order at the downtown tea shop. When we had settled at the table by the window, me with my green pot of Darjeeling … Continue reading
The F-Word
He had gone along with the show one of my manics was creating until the final five minutes of class. I had had it up to here already and my eyes were snapping before he even took a seat at … Continue reading
Good Thoughts v Bad Thoughts
I saw him the other day. And him. And him too. We had stopped in a parking lot on our way back from visiting family for the Fourth of July, a holiday, I suspect, my students had parties for, but … Continue reading
How I Survived
I became desperate for affordable housing, living—sort of—on little more than minimum wage in an expensive college town. That is why I answered the cryptic advertisement for a roommate wanted in a house out in the woods. Except for the … Continue reading
The Trouble With Dreams
Half my class was in the hole, so we finished our lesson even earlier than usual. A quiet fell over my room, the kind of quiet my students often complained about because they preferred distraction from the demons in their … Continue reading
Doing Time
Life goes on. I knew that when my students couldn’t bear to miss out on another birthday, another graduation, another break up, another funeral, another family reunion; I felt it like a throbbing pulse, standing in the enclosed yard, looking … Continue reading
A Different Kind of Patience
Back in high school my husband was invited to go turkey hunting with a friend on the nearby Indian reservation. It’s the kind of invitation you don’t refuse. He told me he and his friend got up at an ungodly … Continue reading
Boys and Bugs
I was always afraid that I would accidentally call him by his nickname Se-“Gay”-Via after I heard it. Fortunately I wasn’t around when he lived up to this, but it appeared to be common knowledge. I was uncertain if this … Continue reading
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