The Bad Guy
I’m always the bad guy!, you’d scream, veins bulging at your temples plus the one in the middle of your forehead, the one that looked like a snake writhing just […]
Category Archives: growing up midwestern
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Aw, Sheet!
Today I bought some ingredients to make a cake. Not a box of cake mix, but actual ingredients. I’m not a scratch snob – I’m sure cake mix tastes fine […]
I Can See Your iPod Playlist and I am Quietly Judging You
If you sit or stand next to me on the bus, in line at the grocery store, or at the gym, I will try to peek at your iPod playlist. […]
The Best Time of Year
It’s that time of year again; for me, the best time. The air has that ineffable quality, a sort of crystal clarity that opens your chest and pins the flaps […]
Tattoo You
When I was in my twenties I wanted to get a tattoo. Just something small, like a heart or a rose on my bikini line. “If you get a tattoo, […]
Carrying the Weight of the World
“God, if I ever look like that, shoot me,” you said. We were sitting at the new S’barro’s at the mall, taking a break from shopping for a dress. You […]
I Have My Mother’s Eyes
I always think about you on father’s day, how you didn’t get a chance to know your daddy. He died when you were just eight. Your few memories of him […]
Cristobel of Tragicstan
She sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and wishing for a cigarette. It was a stupid wish, because she gave up smoking for the last time a month ago. […]
Lovely, Dark and Deep: A Path Through Childhood
This is me, walking on the path that I used to walk to grade school every day – a small Catholic school in a small town in southern Illinois. The […]
Writing Down The Bones: My Tale of Anorexia and Redemption
It started when I was a thirteen year old high school freshman. I remember the exact day, in fact. I was in health class, taught by Mr. Carr, who was […]
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