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“You’ll be fine,” my dad said, as we waited in line for the roller coaster. “It’s not so bad.”
But the old man was tricking me.
My first clue was the screams that we heard as we waited in the enclosure. “They’re just being dramatic,” Dad had reassured me. “Some people ride these things just to scream.” » Read more
PQ 25.3 — Who in my life is important for me to be able to talk to about my relationships? Whom do I think it’s important for my partners to meet?
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“You know,” my mother says. “I really wish your brother would bring one of his girls home.”
“I guess he’s not at an emotional place where he wants to do that,” » Read more
“I’m not sure why people keep saying my pieces are painful to read,” I say to Justin. “I mean, it’s usually a part of a ‘but I love them’ kind of comment. But yeah, they’re always saying they’re painful. And I’m not sure why.”
“It makes them think about themselves and their lives,” » Read more
I’ve Been Drinking Coffee Since I Was Nine
I drink the best coffee now. Kona beans ground and brewed in a two-in-one machine. The results splashed with heavy cream. Even holding the cup is a familiar kind of comfort. The warmth radiating through my entire hand.
I’m married to someone who doesn’t even drink coffee, » Read more
It’s that time of year again. Everyone in my web is talking about what they’re getting each other for the holidays. Metamours and telemours hitting me up for gift ideas for Justin (a.k.a. Skyspook).
And me?
Well, I’m frozen in fear.
You see, I’m neurotic about gifts. Giving them, » Read more
“You Can Bring Someone With You”
“Just so you know,” Skyspook’s mother says. “If you ever wanted to bring anybody else with you to Thanksmas, you’re completely welcome to. Someone either or both of you are dating.”
Just when I think I can’t love that woman any more.
We’re sitting at her kitchen table. » Read more
“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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On countless mornings, I glimpse my reflection in the mirror and want to punch myself in the face.
Because I look like her at certain angles.
Her chin, » Read more
I’m out on a long walk when I see him. A flash of red just at the edge of my vision. And then I hear the song.
I pivot to see him perched up on a power line on the other side of the road.
A cardinal.
They say when you see a cardinal in your yard, » Read more
Born with a Target on My Back
I wasn’t allowed to be particular.
Growing up, only two people in my family were allowed to be particular. One was my sister Alice. Her default state was disgust. Dismay.
Alice was nasty. Particular. And catered to. She was consulted first on where she wanted to go whenever the family went out to eat. » Read more
Unless what you’re trying to do is piss someone off or hurt their feelings, whatever you do, don’t tell them, “You didn’t even try.”
Because that’s not something you can possibly know.
Maybe you don’t like the results.
Maybe you’re dissatisfied.
And maybe you would have done a better job if you were in their shoes (but then again, » Read more
