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Harlot

Over the last few days, Mr. has been sorting through our many, old photo albums looking for past snaps of our kids in their Halloween costumes. While he had the photos out, I found a shot of the two of us at his graduation, a photo that to this day, is one of my favorites.…

1,000 stories

One thousand stories Truth and lies, laughter and tears Bled out through my pen With this haiku, I have published my 1000th post. I am particularly pleased, that three other century posts* were  also haikus. On July 16, I passed my sixth year blogging. I sort of let it slide because, Thin spiral notebook, is…

Fading scars

First responders splinter locked front doors with sledge hammers while searching for survivors, but find more victims instead. Wooden jambs swollen from filthy flood waters keep out rescuers more efficiently than steel bolts dissuade looters. Going house to house, the quiet is ominous. Where sounds of laughing children and barking dogs were once block music,…

Sleepless and pants-less

Last night was a frustrating, sometimes scary, sometimes heartbreaking, most often weird, dream fest of confusing images. Whenever I have a night like that, I know my brain is trying to tell me something. Unfortunately, I rarely find out what that something is. Except for that one time when I was introduced to my now…

To all the men I’ve loved

I sent out four Father’s Day cards this weekend, to four different men, for four different reasons. The first card went to my dad. Even though we’ve had our differences, had our troubles, the past 15 years or so have been great. We mended broken fences and have become not just dad and daughter, but…