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Anglophile Like Me

Popcorn is plentiful. Movie theater style butter, plentiful. Fuzzy house slippers, check. Oversize sweatshirt and sweat pants, check. I learned today that there’s a word for me, Anglophile. It’s someone who loves British television. I have to admit it, I was more than happy to hear about Acorn TV for $5 a month. This means […]

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Popcorn Memories – A Grab Bag of Insanity

I was popping corn from an air popper when I started to laugh. Recently I’ve had memories of good times with my mother that come rushing back at the strangest times. I’m popping corn to eat while watching a black and white movie. It’s not Alfred Hitchcock, Sammy Terry or Perry Mason but it is […]

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Fire Belly Toad and Frog Talk

Yesterday was interesting as I attempted to get the smallest frog to eat something. I don’t want to take her back to the store because I’m already attached to her little spotted green self. Her belly is more orange than red and she’s a flighty thing. She spends a lot of time trying to escape. […]

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My blood is not tainted

I was afraid of the masks as a child. I was afraid of the percussions, uncertain of this grass turned golden brown and unnerved by the bright colors surrounding me. I didn’t see beauty. I was afraid because the only experience I had with Congo was tied up with abuse. It’s been 20 some years […]

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Physical Therapy Switch Up

I still got the WWE Smackdown headlock treatment but this time she put a pillow between her body and mine. It worked out well. Since she has a great since of humor. I shared with her the unpleasantness of having a breast in the ear. Some may disagree but it isn’t my idea of a […]

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She taught me

She taught me how to read by age three and how to type when I was 8 years old. By the 4th grade I could balance a checkbook on my own. I routinely wrote checks at the store in her presence and by myself. The clerks were accustomed to our family. She taught me how […]

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DREAM: Witch. Murder. Topsy Turvy. Mother

It’s been a long time since a dream knocked me for a loop, this one did. I usually write down as much as possible right after waking but I tried to distance myself from this. Main content: Witch sacrificed by male witch. Out of control car, mother, sister, telepathy, changing seasons, few options, very few words […]


Please Excuse the Interruptions

I’m in the middle of switching from Dream Nightmare Host Dreamhost to a more stable, reliable, less annoying and taxing environment. DreamNightmare says they’re a good company. They’re smoking that bad stuff.

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It is impossible to expect an unreasonable person to understand reason. It’s impossible to expect a person who doesn’t want a ceasefire to stop shooting. And it is impossible to clear up a lie if a person depends on the lie like air and water. It’s hard not to respond to my sister’s comments. It’s […]

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A Mix of thoughts

I just held her, with my face in her fur and rocked back and forth. I would have cried if I could have. I have two new firebelly toads, adorable. One is really little, the other is plump because she ate just before I got them. They come to the glass to say hi when […]