He said he would be gone for a year. He loved me but he had to go have a walkabout. He would be a cowboy mystic or a poet baker or a minstrel gardener and, with both of us so newly divor… Read More
I love food, been eating it for years, but between the packing of the boxes and the breaking of the heart, I didn't have much of an appetite last month. So, while I existed on a di… Read More
One Friday afternoon last month, I was on the way to pick Dash up from school when I stopped at the ATM and discovered my account was overdrawn $700. This was definitely some shoddy, Brokedo… Read More
She didn't leave me any Xanax and it sucks because if ever there was a time I could use a little help calming down, it's now. But, no. Selfish, greedy little Xanax grabber had to go and take… Read More
“I don’t think I want to do this, mom. It’s too high.” My 8-year old son Dash is staring straight up in the air watching chair lifts transport skiers up a ver… Read More
Every time I move, I promise myself I will only use pristine, plastic bins clearly marked with P-Touch labels. I promise myself I will do a thorough and merciless dumping of junk and will on… Read More
ONEI'm single and as a single person with loads of partnered up friends, I have endured many evenings of well-wishers trying to figure out what I want and whether they know someone who will… Read More
I walked around the new house. Happy. Puttering. I imagined what curtains I would hang in the windows. Took the last two boxes to recycling. Swept.I kept trying to reason with the thermostat… Read More
The day before I went to the shooting range, Polly called to find out who was coming with me. “Mom, Pop, Slim, and Darren,” I answered. “Oh God,” she said, “It… Read More
"We don't allow holstered weapons or quick draw shooting, so don't even try it. I don't care if you have a blog or a column or whatever the hell it is you're telling me," says the owner of t… Read More
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