THE JOURNAL

THE JOURNAL

I’m not sure how long I’ll be derided by a 4 year old, but this can’t continue on. Now she’s trying to shake down grandma. “Can I call Nani on...
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What I remember the most, unfortunately, were my thighs. As I was poised in stirrups, I couldn’t get my eyes, or my mind, off them. And not attractive, long, slightly...
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The fault lies at the feet of Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit gum. I’ve been living in a fool’s paradise. My entire life, I assumed, my breath was fairly benign. Thanks to...
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It’s 5:45 AM and Poppy is quietly standing by my bedside. She stares at me, like the girl from The Ring, until I wake to her presence. I get so...
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Mom let the freak flag fly the day I was born. All natural, no meds, completely appalling in the early 80s. She gave birth to my older sister under Twilight...
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The front door was wide open when I pulled into the driveway. That bothered me a little, mostly because I don’t pay money to cool the outside. There could have...
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