The Same
I’ve returned to blogging skeptically, reluctantly because I know some of things I share here have damaged my already delicate home life and I’m doing a pretty good job fucking that up without rubbing salt in the wounds. But I need this space somehow, this collective nod, the communal understanding, to help me make sense […]
November
What is it about November that just sucks the soul out of a person? It’s as if the human brain feels the need to keep time with the end of natural beauty and begins a sort of mental hibernation, shedding layers of complexity, raking hobbies and interests and efforts towards personal hygiene into one great […]
Public Surrender
The main drag through our town is lined with impressive antique homes, all of them tastefully restored and expanded upon and painted in an array of acceptable and historically accurate Benjamin Moore colors. So it follows that the one home that has NOT been meticulously scraped and painted Kennebunk Beige, the one whose front porch […]
Time Will Tell
Now that I’m spending ridiculous amounts of time with various therapists, hired guns intent on fixing the inner turmoil, I’m learning that there are certain things that generally define a therapy experience. First there is the noise machine that fills the waiting room with crashing waves, chirping crickets, the strains of Tchaikovsky. It is an […]
Literary healing
I need to say a heartfelt thanks to you all who have been so kind and supportive these last few weeks. There is some shame and some gamble in letting it all hang out there, to call it what it is and hope that no one reading here will pass judgment on my decision to […]
Nowhere to go but up…
I know I have left you all to linger on a sad, sad post. I apologize for the poignant pause but it’s the time of year that makes me crazy and somewhat resigned to sacrificing the blog in the interest of sanity. Truth is, I can’t quite figure out how to find time to actually […]
At least the athlete
It was Sunday afternoon and from his bedroom Timmy could hear the human silence in the old house, the groan and creak of old floor boards, his parents walking paces around each other, careful to enter the kitchen only when the other was safely in the living room. He thought their aggressive but furtive avoidance […]
To Do List
O informed me that I am behind on the laundry. “Mom, there is no space for my dirty clothes,” he announced in a disgusted tone this morning as he found the mound of sheets and uniforms and paint covered t-shirts stacked high on the washer. I skipped yesterday and somehow there’s not a clean pair […]
Annual Performance Review
I am shamelessly borrowing Mark Bazer of the Chicago Trib’s piece called Spousal Review. What better way to kick off the Spring season than with blatant judgment and acerbic commentary on one’s domestic relationships?
Apparently Mark and his wife have found some sort of connubial equilibrium by,
“each keeping a notebook in which we record all the […]
Gardenias - the NC 17 version
I’ve been told I need to sort of elaborate on the sexual climax at the center of my story Gardenias; that I abandon the reader to their imagination when I should show them the very thing that occurs. So it has been revised with a little help. See the original bit here and come […]
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