OK, Thirty. Let’s Go.

Tomorrow I will be 30. Tomorrow I will be 30. Tomorrow I will be 30. I never thought I would make it to this point. I remember turning 20 and thinking, This is it. I have arrived. Hello, adulthood, I’m going to make you my bitch. And then life actually happened and I spent most of […]

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Salt Meat: Part Five

Honey I’m home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh by the way… Becky wipes suds from a plate before placing it in the drying rack. From the window overlooking the small sink she can see her daughters playing in the backyard. They’re laughing, smiles so big she can […]

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Salt Meat: Part Four

Oh God. No. No, no, this isn’t happening, it can’t be. He’ll calm down, relax his hands and uncurl the fists he keeps hurling at my face. I swear to God, he’s not a bad guy. He just gets emotional. And jealous. He thinks I’m cheating on him. If I lay still enough with his […]

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Salt Meat: Part Two

“YOU CAN’T SAY THOSE WORDS IN THIS HOUSE!” My father screamed. He stormed into the living room, where I had set myself up with a blanket on the floor. My mother stepped in, eager to defend me. “She’s not saying SHIT, Charlie! She’s saying CHIT, like a squirrel!”

But my father would have none of it. He was enraged that I had dared to defile his house with my prepubescent profanity and I would therefore have to be punished.

It was a long time before I would be able to read aloud again.

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Whiskey & Wagon Wheels.

It’s hard to find time to see my sister. She made it downtown for my birthday last month and we decorated my Christmas tree and ate pie and rocked some classic N SYNC Christmas tunes. It was nice. But I typically only see her once every few months, and that’s a bit sad. We’re both […]

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Signs Of Age (Or, Be Awesome Instead).

I do not get sick. Taking a tip from Barney Stinson, when I feel myself getting sick, I just be awesome instead. Apparently my body didn’t pick up what my brain was putting down, because it sort of feels like I’ve got fistfuls of cotton balls rammed into my chest and someone took a Bic […]

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Dust Jackalopes & The Misery Of Overworking.

Work has overtaken my life, hence my lack of posts over the last little while. Believe me, it’s not because I don’t adore the folks who have chosen to follow this little blog, because I love the shit out of each and every one of you (in an intense and potentially carnal manner). It’s work. […]

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