That Last Hangover

people often change, but, memories of people can remain – Ray Davies   The last time I woke up with a hangover was going to be the last time for good. It’s a headspace I can’t take anymore. I’m too old to be feeling like I’m dying from the inside out; heart pounding, head pounding, […]

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A Patch Of My Childhood

Behind my mom and dad’s house, the 1,070 sq ft brick ranch I grew up in, is a patch of my childhood. A weathered and shadowed two acres of gnarled, twisted pines where I would disappear on hot summer afternoons. This is where I would pretend to be on the forest moon of Endor battling […]

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I Don’t Feel Tardy

As quickly as summer break blew in, it’s just as quickly ending. Yes, we are in the midst of first day of school eve. With the oldest two hours south at her new school(she’s been there since August 3rd), my two youngest have picked out their clothes, brushed their teeth, and are making the fateful […]

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She’s Leaving Home

Growing up I never liked camp. The thought of it gave me anxiety. For me, I much preferred the comforts of home; the smells that emanated from my mom’s kitchen, the confines of my small but neat bedroom, the cynically pointed yet painfully honest comments that came from my dad after work, and just the […]

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