Tag: life
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My Truman Show, Vol. III
My Truman Show, Vol. III August 2023 “Mom I’m going to tell you something and I need you not to freak the fuck out.” Cold rush of panic punches hard in my gut and chest. We’re driving through the woods, leaving the camp that my (now adult) child has been at for the past five…
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What Goes Around…
What Goes Around… February 2010 Rage. I am feeling intense, roiling, nauseating rage but I can not show it. If I show an ounce of emotion I will be labelled a hysterical mom and no one will take me seriously. “Yeah, things are fine. It doesn’t really affect our lives at all.“ Rage. My husband…
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Why No Divorce?!
Why No Divorce?! “You’ve been separated for nine years?! Is there a reason you don’t want to get divorced?” Shit. The reasons I was separated for nine years without seeking divorce can be summed up in some of the things my ex said to me both while we were together and while we were in…
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Reaction to Polley Book
Reaction to Polley Book Thursday, January 4, 2024 Preamble After working really hard for years to recover from a concussion, I was feeling hopeless and seriously depressed. When Sarah Polley wrote her book Run Towards the Danger, people started suggesting that I read it. I read it right around the time that two doctors had…
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Interrobang: The Soap Opera
Interrobang: The Soap Opera April 2006 “I know those dogs! I know this baby! Hello!!!” the woman chirped excitedly, quickening her steps and looking at my child in the stroller with delight in her eyes. As her gaze shifted to me, she queried “Are you the new nanny?”In an instant, my body learned the meaning…
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Why Interrobang?!
Why Interrobang?! An interrobang is this punctuation mark: ?! Interro for question, bang because in the old timey days an exclamation point was called a bang. I loved the word the second I heard it, because it is the perfect blend of huh? and WHAT! I feel that word in my soul. Interrobang is an…
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Interrobang Poem
Interrobang Poem Cognitive dissonanceWith a twist?And a spike!Or is it a dagger?! Twisting around in the folds of my brainThe spike is vodka, or is it tequila…Clarity.Dissonant clarity.Dagger twists and opens the foldsThat I have fought so hard to keep shuttered. Victorian shuttersKeep the madwoman in the attic.They fly open from time to timeFlames and…
Interrobang Me Hard, Baby 