Category Archives: Sads

Things Fall Apart, the Centre Cannot Hold

People deploy this line in Yeats’ poem “The Second Coming” in broad strokes. It could mean a lot of things, could refer to just about anything, as long as that thing is coming apart. And because it is only a … Continue reading

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A Cup of Tea

Okay, first thing’s first. I wrote a thing. It’s not an important thing or probably a very good thing, but it is grammatically-sound and from what I’ve seen of other horror writing contests, that counts for something. Second, more importantly, … Continue reading

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No Touchy

It’s been a weird week. Everything started out okay, I guess, but after a few nights of little or fractured sleep and an unexpected nosedive in mood (partially thanks to a Cowboy Junkies song playing on Pandora that holds no … Continue reading

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New Words

This Mother’s Day, I’m thinking not so much of my own mother, but of my grandmother, my last grandparent, who recently passed away. It’s fine, it’s fine; it was a long time coming, and (sorry?) a bit of a relief … Continue reading

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Swallow This

So. I started a food blog. It’s here if you feel like reading it, and currently, I’m giving it a little more time and effort than I’m spending on this platform. The reasons for this are twofold, really. One, while … Continue reading

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Seattle Autumn and the Irish Exit

Since I started writing less, I’ve realized that previously, I’d been seeing almost everything through a certain lens. That lens forced me to experience almost every situation as though it was a potential story to write. While I don’t necessarily … Continue reading

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Ride or Die

Sometime around May 6th, 2002, I was sitting in my living room in Virginia when I heard my husband walking up the stairs to the apartment. He’d gone out about 40 minutes before to buy my birthday present. I had … Continue reading

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What St. Louis Means for People Who Have Suddenly Decided to Care

I’m still struggling to get used to my new schedule. While I don’t have trouble actually waking up, it is difficult to get home from work and feel like doing anything other than sleeping, which could explain why I’ve cooked … Continue reading

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To Die Would Be a Grand Adventure

I had my first day of work at my new job today. Actually it was more of a half day, but considering that I woke up early, showered, and managed to look like a reasonable person before catching the bus … Continue reading

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The Captain of My Burden

I got stuck in traffic on my way home Thursday night, and by “way home” I mean “in the general direction of home,” because my normally 30-minute commute took two fucking hours and about one hour of that was me … Continue reading

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