They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how. “Visualize,” they told me. "Imagine the positive." they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care. All that new-age, … Continue reading Buoyed
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Words can’t hurt me
He disgraced himself at their last soirée, corrupting keywords like some malapropian, backwoods rube. The muted snickers and blatant guffaws confused him, until someone finally corrected one of his faux pas. All he needed was one ally. He had worked too hard to go back to being just okay. He wanted it all. He wanted … Continue reading Words can’t hurt me
Plain white van
Like a bad drug feeding his anticipation for regular hot meals and a clean, dry bed, he agreed to their condition of driving a plain white van, shuttling the shelter’s young girls down to the business men on 24th street. An undercover food truck of nooners ordered à la carte by repressed, family men looking … Continue reading Plain white van
Lived in
Between my OCD-collector son, and “I-might-need-that” packrat husband, we’re one cardboard box from a Hoarders episode. The only time my home will be spectacularly clean is at my wake.
Dear John dinner
I should’ve ended it months ago. There's no fire with him, no spark. He’s attractive enough, but he’s just too nice. I even pick fights to see if he’ll stand up for himself. Instead, he simply acquiesces. I have no sympathy for him. I need a man who will argue with me. When he brought … Continue reading Dear John dinner
Modernizing
“It’s the 21st century, you have to change with the times.” Dressed in his pinstriped suit, he was the epitome of “corporate.” “Like I always say, ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’.” I looked down at him over my glasses. “You’re right, it’s not broke, but it’s not efficient.” Holding his newfangled electronic notepad, … Continue reading Modernizing
Thin spiral notebook 