: a motherless mother’s day :
This one is #25 and you know what? They haven’t gotten much easier. Every Mother’s Day is a reminder, as if I needed one; I’m an…
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: I’m not an egg :
But I took a beating like one. The wind is at it again and I’m starting to get really annoyed. It doesn’t stop blowing. Ever. It whistles and howls like a train all hours of…
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: I got greedy :
I did. Success went right straight to my head; I was drunk on power and competence. It was both life enhancing and unfamiliar. You see, I’ve tilted at more than my share of…
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: the annual fall panic :
Is there a name for the extreme fear of being cold? Yes, it’s called frigophobia and is a condition from which I suffer. I assure you, suffer is the appropriate word, as…
: a self-portrait :
Send help I was so happy in my shorts and tennis shoes, merrily skipping along with my Cracker Jacks. Next thing I knew I was face…
: how I spent Christmas night :
: back on the horse :
: all humor is based in sorrow :
: the great debate :
: a glimmer :
Look what I found, practically under my nose: hope. Isn’t that a sight for sore eyes and a battered spirit? I hadn’t gone looking for it,…
: waiting for an idea to go by :
Sorry I’m late, but ideas aren’t like German trains; they don’t run on a strict schedule. What am I saying? Ideas don’t follow any stinking schedule,…
: don’t bother looking :
You’ll never find it. Not in here, anyway. That hour you lost last night is gone forever, poof. And, if I may be so bold, good…
: this ain’t cabin fever :
There’s no cabin involved. It’s just me and I’ve been trapped in hundreds of pounds of clothes since October. That’s a long time to be squatted…
