Ungraceful, Loud, and Grateful

Right now is a weird time for me. I’m in a new location, Texas with the cows, really huge horned cows, without access to friends in town, trying, really trying to make some friends here but my people are harder to find now I’m older, and my father died. After two weeks in ICU, we […]

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Teething: Fractured Grief

I restarted grinding my teeth at night. Like I did after Rod died. For years until my dentist started talking to me about a bite guard. A bite guard! I had visions of pimples and acne cream and headgear out of an 80s John Hughes movie. But it wasn’t until years later that I took […]

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Coursera: The Coffee Clutch

I signed up for a course on Plot in Fiction through Coursera and can’t figure out how to post my assignments. Running up against many web walls, I decided to post them on my website. Remember, this is fiction, made-up, not true. My nasty little trolls (Jennifer G., Richard A., and Susie S.) can make […]

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Sheep, Stepfamilies, and The Brady Bunch

Last night, I was flipping through the channels and saw an advert for the TV series, The Brady Bunch. The last time that I thought about the show was when a group of therapists was kvetching about stepfamilies. Someone brought up The Brady Bunch, and every one of us groaned, which soon became a throw-darts-at, […]

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An Imperfect Mother

Most of my readers know about my ambivalent relationship with my mother. She was so many things – ill, sad, and abusive, but also independent, feisty, and in her very peculiar way – loving. When the memories of her other characteristics threaten to make her unredeemable, I remember this story. She could see things that […]

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