One Month

Yesterday was a month since Bo died. I managed to put on a dark blue shirt instead of a black one yesterday. Today I'm back in a black shirt, channeling ancestral traditional Italian widows. A few weeks before Bo died, I came home to find my large Christmas cactus tossed onto the floor, soil and…Read more One Month

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NaPoWriMo 2018 30/30: 4 The Madness

I no longer seek the madness the inextricable whirling of the push me / pull me drama swirling co-dependent line dance of love (no offense to line dances, because y'all know I love the Cupid Shuffle.. to the left, to the left, to the left, to the left....) I have had enough of Maybe Babies…Read more NaPoWriMo 2018 30/30: 4 The Madness

NaPoWriMo 2018 30/30: 1 Apparition of Separation

What is going to take? How much can our hearts break? So many lives at stake, And make no mistake: We are living in a military state. We’ve got to make the connections, Challenge the apparition Of separation. As the Black Panther Party brother, Fred Hampton said: “Racism is a product of capitalism.” And let…Read more NaPoWriMo 2018 30/30: 1 Apparition of Separation

52 Essays 6: Working Poor Chronicles 1: Adventures in Plasma Donation         

It’s funny that I am titling this essay Working Poor Chronicles #1, because I have decades-worth of these stories. But this is the first essay on this topic in this essay project, so there you have it. I usually keep these stories to myself, or share them with close friends who get it, or occasionally…Read more 52 Essays 6: Working Poor Chronicles 1: Adventures in Plasma Donation