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Manic Satanic Panic
The announcement came over the intercom, Regan Montgomery report to the office please. Mr. Pinkley was back in the short yellow school bus. My shorts were too short. I needed to go back and change. Of course then I heard the bell for class change. Since the high school was spread across multiple buildings, plenty of students outside to see me ( Read more... ) -
#metoo
#metoo ( Read more... ) -
To my son, Taylor.
Taylor ( Read more... ) -
Rings
I take off my wedding ring so it won't clink against the bottle I'm pouring. Most often, vodka. Sometimes, wine. Richard is asleep on the couch and I don't want to wake him. I don't want to be busted drinking in the morning, not talking morning before noon but morning before 9:00 AM. How pathetic and shameful ( Read more... ) -
Stuck: Suicide is not my legacy
December 12th, Raymond shot himself. In a parking lot at a grocery store in Shreveport. Maybe he thought that'd make it easier on everybody else. He didn't die. Not then. But later, at the hospital. After they pulled the plug. After his two daughters and my mother-in-law Sharon were able to visit and say their goodbyes so to speak. His ( Read more... ) -
My Favorite Uncle: Or an Act of Violence Commited Upon Oneself
I was shopping for shoes online Saturday. My husband was at the shop doing routine maintenance on our truck. I was planning on being super productive, walking the dogs, doing thirty minutes on the eliptical, cleaning the house, showering - all that before he got home. But I was still browsing around on the computer in my bathrobe when my Mom ( Read more... ) -
Mexico City Airport June 2005
When I realized the mistake I'd made, raw panic and white hot terror washed over me. I broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't breathe. I felt like throwing up and I just wanted to die ( Read more... ) -
Friday before Memorial Day
Today, signed off early and did some long overdue spring cleaning on the patio. Very pleased with myself but I know my back will be killing me tomorrow. Walked the dog the other morning around dawn and saw: a large snake slithering back to his den, turtle crossing the sidewalk to get to the creek and a raccoon. Of these, Rosco only noticed the ( Read more... ) -
Friday
Off work early, hanging around the house. Already walked the dog and don't feel like cleaning. Reading Neil Gaiman's The Anansi Boys. Time to take a nap. -
Ruta Maya - Where it all began
Ruta Maya was always south Austin to me. I never went to the original location, or at least if I did I don't remember. I mean the one on South Congress almost to Ben White. I was just saying the other day how we needed to go down there, maybe after my doctor's appointment on a holiday weekday, no traffic. I spent a lot of time there with the guy ( Read more... )