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Safe Words

Baby, where you going? Baby, you don’t know a thing. You don’t know the ways of the world, Stop saying such words Stop saying...

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Loneliness

There are different sides to loneliness. Like a lover, with two faces. Sometimes it creeps up while you driving in a silent car. Other...

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Sports Illustrated, Pubic Hair and Botox: My Full Frontal Battle With Aging

Sports Illustrated’s latest porn edition finds it’s way from the coffee table, to the bathroom, under the bed, stuffed in a...

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Collateral Damage

Collateral damage. The most accurate way to describe how I have come to this point in my life. To know how it feels to exist in a space I...

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Queen of the Glass Menagerie

Adults do it wrong when they arrange the world like picture postcards at a funeral. They do it wrong when they coordinate Christmas...

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A Widow’s Gift to Me

In October of 1988, a neighbor of mine lost her husband in a freak car accident. I first heard the news in a conversation with my...

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Sister Connection

we speak every six months or so my sister who moved away from me or me from her over time husband’s interests pulling us from hope to...

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Beyond the Finish Line

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within,...

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Under These Stars

under these stars life is hard pervasive illusions defeated demon delusions reappear and sear inferiority complex as I flex I resist and...

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Here Inside the Mirror

There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore,...

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Hazel

Hazel Byorum’s face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung...

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The Widow

Every early morning she leashes her old dog, walks down to and through the forest to the lake. She looks younger than her fifty-six years,...

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Highly unQualified: U.S. Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos

Thirty-five years’ experience as a public educator, and it comes down to this. I somehow knew all along that I’d be sorry for getting a...

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Oxidization

I need to feel bad, It’s been so long, long enough That time has started the process Of oxidizing my heart Rusting it through and through...

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The Importance of Communication and Interpersonal Skills

A lot of people go through life unnecessarily unhappy and depressed. They feel unvalued and misunderstood, seeing no way out of whatever...

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In Between the Rain

Have I been good enough, Mother? Oh how I miss the days when your skin was smooth, and bronzed How your smile beamed when you saw my little...

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Finding Rudy

“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but...

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Everything and the Whiskey

You cut, bare-assed and howling beneath her hood and your brother’s basement. I watched, tucked and shorn, as you took a swan’s dive...

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Secrets Between Sisters

“Don’t worry Beth. Your secret is safe with me. No one ever will ever find out what happened back then. We are the last two who know,...

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Our Family

It’s not the vacations or the gifts. It’s not the public eye or the carefully planned outings. It’s not the fancy dinners or the...

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Crunches and Compassion: Transgender Rights and the Cisgender Community

I began referring to him privately as “The Swede.” From in between my crunches on the exercise mat, I snuck glances at his pale,...

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To the Man in the White Honda

I can’t comb the phone book or look online for your info, our brush so brief and fraught with drama there was no time for niceties like...

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Misplaced Words

Silence after silence sets my mood. I circled the roots of life stumbling again only to be resurrected by a brand new day hoping the...

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Suicide and the Sensitive Heart: Why It Is Time for Us to be Vigilant

I go to a women’s gym five or six days a week, and always at 8 a.m. so that I can meet up with my buddies. We exercise our tongues as...

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In Words

What I want to say, lingers in a dark tunnel, echoing off velvet black, syllables fading. What I want to say is stuck on the tip of my...

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Fruitful

Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden...

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