"Masson remarked that we'd had a very early lunch, but really lunch was a movable feast, one had it when one felt like it."- Camus, The Stranger Depending on which tree you fell from, expectations about what you might grow up to be may vary. According to Pinterest houses, bodies, wardrobes, parties, vacations, careers, food,…Read more Call it God
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Climb
During the descent I realized the bizarre, carpeted, runway was also the only way to get back up. It was yellow, like me. The confident grip of parked tires offered the illusion that I too could stick to the practically vertical plank in the event that I needed to return. Where are we going? To…Read more Climb
Devil’s Advocate
This morning Quora asked me why some people ignore or accept obvious lies, in particular the frightening lies of a certain world leader. While I am a licensed clinical professional, we have an ethical code which prevents us from pinning diagnosis on public animals of any sort, be they elephants, donkeys or actual people. This…Read more Devil’s Advocate
Sound the Alarm
The word of the day was Layoff Matrix. Mr. Robinson’s vocabulary lessons came to mind. Can you say Eviction Notice boys and girls? Nothing concrete, just the typical, passive, euphemistic scenarios part and parcel to public service. Since it started God did two things, He said (15 years in human service and you’d hear voices…Read more Sound the Alarm
The Camel and the Scorpion
We've been home two days. Dreaming resumed after stuffing our faces with centuries old art created by either the typical, deviant aristocracy, those men who had the choice to forgo their family's pursuit of traditional wealth in favor of living abroad with unsanctioned partners painting en plein air, feigning a pauper's life to master the illusion of…Read more The Camel and the Scorpion
In Sin
There's a wave in the front of my hair that looks just like his. Countless mornings wasted, drowning the kink in water and alcohol, blasting my scalp with heat, beating my head with a brush, cursing the curves into straight, lifeless submission. Flesh of my flesh, blood, bones Despite defining differences, years were spent attempting…Read more In Sin
Decoding Snow
Snow is heaven speaking to us- Meaningful Life Center Dear Heavens, what is the meaning of a wintery July wedding, plowing the parking lot and adorning the hotel-house with a plethora of white roses? Naturally Kathy was frantic, still wearing her robe and requiring the same patient instructions you’d give to a child. She wanted…Read more Decoding Snow
