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Archives for March, 2011:

The Joyful Memory

I’ve been digging through photo albums looking for a joyful memory of my Mom that I can look at because I want to remember her happy. Not only will “It will never be okay that our mothers are dead [...]

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Lonesome Los Angeles and the Secret Keeper

I’m telling our secrets because I don’t need to keep them anymore and you’re gone. Your secrets had to do with your father. You wanted his love more than anything. You wanted his approval in the [...]

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Mardi Gras 2011: Public Masturbation is God’s Handiwork

I was on a crammed flight to New Orleans with a head cold and twelve bucks in my checking account. T mobile threatened to shut my phone off in twenty-four hours without a two-hundred dollar payment so [...]

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