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January 9, 2017

#amnotwriting what about you?

This is a rant for my blogging buddies. The rest of you might want to tune back in when I am writing about bras, or kids, or drugs. I made myself a desk. First Steve and I took everything out of the office. The office is a 10×10 room that is clown car full of games and homework and beer posters and clay figures and dead plants. It is home to 6 mismatched chairs and all of the electronics that are somewhere between life and death. (Much closer to death). It has bank statements and tax returns Read more […]

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October 3, 2016

The business end of blogging

(Almost) every morning I write. I credit my need to write to my mother who made me keep a journal. Every night I had to sit with my bound book for 15 minutes. Roughly 87% of my entries were about how much I loathed keeping a journal. The rest were poems written to my cat. For a brief period of time I wrote about Nate Archibald, the Celtics point guard with the nickname Tiny who made his way cheerfully through the courts with the giants. He was my guy. Although he probably enjoyed his paycheck he Read more […]

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April 18, 2016

Always Hungry- new tricks to fill up.

Always Hungry breakfast

This morning I am motivated by the women I spent the weekend with, the man I spend my life with, and me. The path to feeling full seems navigable. I am ready to give it a go. In eight weeks I hope that I can practice child’s pose and feel repose instead of my belly. I want to walk uphill without it feeling like I am carrying Sisyphus’ rock. I know that hunger comes from more than an empty belly. I will not always be hungry

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January 28, 2016

Totally off limits

I often think I have no filter. There was the time I told my two year old about Hitler and he decided not to be Jewish. There was that other time I told my friend that her outfit wasn’t flattering and had six months of misery trying to sort that out. I wrote about my semi step father’s toe nails and almost alienated him. Whoops I might have done it again. I talk about money and sex. I told a friend about her boyfriend cheating and almost wiped out a 5 year relationship. The list goes on. There Read more […]

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October 30, 2015

Why I write version 4.

The word dump that allows the brain dump. 1.Because I think through typing. 2.AND to clear the words from my head. (Logic is not one of the reasons.) 3.There are people that want to talk about depression and miscarriage and money and sex who need an over sharer in their life. That might as well be me. 4.I want to have a one word answer to “what do you do?” at cocktail parties. 5.A $25 check made out to me is better than a $25 check made out by me. 6.I always wanted to make stuff but I Read more […]

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