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On a shelf
This is where you should be. Not in a bag in a box on a shelf, But in the ground. Where you can feed the soil you were born on and fell in love on. Soil you fought to preserve, even though you never...
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What the ‘M’ stands for
My middle name is Margaret. There. I said it. But, like Junie B. Jones and her ‘B’ for “Beatrice,” I’ve never particularly liked Margaret. I always liked the sound of Emily Kathryn, or “Emmy Kate” for...
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Stream of consciousness
“Forego sleep when an idea strikes,” I offered as a writing tip in my opinion writing class a few weeks ago. Yeah. It should have been, “If you can’t sleep, write.” ‘Cause that’s what I’m doing right...
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Blog posts and birthdays
When I turned 13, I got my room redone. We covered the ugly mauve walls with bright raspberry, periwinkle, lime green and orange. I had my first boy-girl party that year. My crush came. He gave me...
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Go around or you’ll drown
Trevor refused to divulge his plan. “You’ll see when we get there,” he said. He probably knew we’d all steal his idea if we had known ahead of time. We definitely would have stolen his idea. So we set...
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The trigger for tears. Thanks, Mom.
It’s been six months. Six months and I didn’t even realize it. Logging in to Facebook yesterday morning brought this post made by my mother to my attention: …followed by some silent tears because...
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Disconnected disjointed broken
I remember when they stopped coming. When they stopped being able to make it to things. When they stopped hearing. When they stopped being able to walk. The last track meet they ever watched me run in...
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Life, man
Writing is hard. Writing sucks. A lot (of dick, if we’re going beyond PG here). Writing takes me forever. So that explains my absence. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve conjured up the “Add New...
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I don’t want to. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about it and her. I don’t want to think about it and her and seeing her for the last time. I don’t want to think about it and her...
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365 days since Aug. 4, 2013
Grandma was the one constant in my life. I changed, but she never did. She sat in her chair, in her house, read the paper, made simple dinners, called me, asked me to take her out shopping. That woman...
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