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The Callouses on Your Hands
Author's Note #1: This entry was first published as a praxis on SF0 in response to the task: Think of a physical mark on yourself that has a story behind it. Tell the story. -OR- Think of a physical mark on yourself, and invent a story story behind it. Tell the story. Please, don't tell us which of these options you select.
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All I Can
Fifteen months ago, I lost my most recent romance. Four months later, I lost my job taking with it my income and insurance. Two more months, I lost my last surviving grandparent. Another four months, I lost my health, hope and any desire to reclaim either. It was a rough year the climax of which was a scary time indeed ( Read more... ) -
Life Is the Journey
I have got to be the luckiest unlucky man alive. My new roomie, vimandvigor kept the weekend very social and uplifting after a little unexpected personal drama on Saturday afternoon. Although it was MONEYPENNY who swooped in and gathered up the hot mess that was me immediately following the drama. She fed me and took me to get inked. Now I'm sporting a ( Read more... ) -
Falling With Grace
Life is so achingly short, and it can be so easy to think so little of oneself for most of this time. When we discover something empowering, a lift above the rubble of our own self-imposed mediocrity, how can we do anything less than take hold for dear life? We grip and cling and maul for fear of falling and once more losing ourselves. In the ( Read more... ) -
"No more yielding than a dream"
Twice now in the past few weeks I've died in my dreams. Two weeks ago while I was visiting my parents in Ohio:
It's the first day of another year of high school, and I'm the new kid in town. During attendance the teacher discovers I'm in the wrong classroom which of course garners snickers from my new peers. She sends me to the vice principal's ( Read more... ) -
Holiday Ass Kisses, Part One
Today is a good day. Thus far not one for the history books or more importantly for a LiveJournal entry, but it has been a nice. Now I sit here watching silver droplets slide down my windows against a cloudy sky of bright gray while nibbling slices of eggnog fudge and sipping a cold glass of milk. My mind begins to wander back to the source of ( Read more... ) -
Schrödinger's Cheshire
I cannot stop smiling lately. My frustration level hasn't decreased, and yet, I walk down the street grinning like a madman. At work, the more asinine the customer, the greater my mirth. I think I've even freaked some people out by simply laughing out loud for no apparent reason ( Read more... ) -
Where Freedom Lies
Contentment eludes me. I've fooled myself with complacency, but how can someone who does not develop be happy? A one time act of rebellion against tradition has trapped me in... what? Fear? Denial? Laziness? It's time to borrow a philosophy from Frosty Robert and be bold ( Read more... )