raise my glass

It took a long time to wake up this morning which is a drag because I got up early.  Even a brisk walk with the dog couldn’t clear my head.  Even while getting through the day’s tasks,  I’ve been chewing on the same cud of a question all morning. “is Read more

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So. I’ve been dying to ask you

Perfect Pie by Judith Thompson 8 min @ the kitchen table, TO There isn’t much circulation in her legs. The knee highs are cutting into the soft flesh and her dress pants are tight across her hips. Stacey wants to get up and stretch but her mother’s grasp is surprisingly Read more

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Susie’s birth, and first years

The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes 8 min on the Ossington 63 Bus (northbound) There was no sleep.  Everyone tells you that. “Get your rest now”.  As if you can draw from these squirreled away rations later.  Little kernels of rest waiting to be cracked open.  In Case of Read more

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love? need? spring clean!

Garbage.  All I’ve been thinking about all week is garbage.  I just can’t stop thinking about it. ~ sex, lies, and videotape  (1989) When I think about garbage, I think about clutter.  Clutter makes me crazy.  It’s beyond a sensitivity to it, I have a full-blown allergic reaction – paralytic wooziness. Read more

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