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Asshole
A hemorrhoid, That’s what he is. A fungating mass lurking at the anus of our democracy. Easily irritated, Readily inflamed, Leaching the lifeblood from our veins. Embarrassing. Slimy. Disgusting. We knew it could be big trouble, This … Continue reading
If the Shoe Fits
We spent last week at my in-laws’ lake shack. The conditions of my participation in lake shacking include: 1) a functioning indoor toilet 2) running water. Spiders don’t bother me in the least. I love snakes. And I can even … Continue reading
Radical Acceptance: Bad S*** Consistently Happens
Ace, The Big E, and I escaped to small-town Wisconsin for two days last week. We crossed streets without getting run over, shopped in the farmers’ market, and snarfed preternaturally sweet corn-on-the-cob. I basked in the luxury of off-line ignorance … Continue reading
Innocence
We take the bus to the debate tournament – Molly and I in our backless sweaters, convinced that feminine wiles are a major player in our offensive strategy. Where do I meet him exactly? Maybe in the hall between rounds, … Continue reading
MWF Seeking SFuPo
Hey stranger. Yeah, you. The furry one with whiskers and cute pointy ears. How about moving in with me for a long-term, committed, platonic love relationship? I’m a middle-aged gal who’s used to canine-ical polyamory. Due to the recent demise … Continue reading
Dear Class of 2017 Liberal Arts Graduates:
Congratulations. I hope you aren’t saddled with unmanageable student debt. We need to talk. I know you’re capable of reading above a third-grade level for prolonged periods of time, certainly longer than a 140-character tweet. If forced to condense my … Continue reading
Rafa
I’m sitting in the waiting room of the emergency vet clinic at the University of Minnesota. The hum of the vending machines. Folks typing at the reception desk. Sneet falling on the skylights above my head. Last night The Big … Continue reading
Church Camp
We meet in the church parking lot and stuff our ratty sleeping bags into the back of a rickety school bus. No one checks our bags. The bus zips out highway 55, making a brief stop in Plymouth to pick … Continue reading
There’s No Place Like –
I left for college with one bad fiberfill pillow and a quilt that I covered with two sensible blue-with-white pinstriped poly blend twin sheets. Tommis, my girl-cat, helped me hand-tie the quilt overlay, all of us (including the quilt) lounging … Continue reading
Just Another Mucous Monday
The following is the product of a codeine-addled brain. Consider yourself warned. The first feature, to the tune of “I’m Still Standing,” by Elton John: Don’t you know that I’m still coughing, harder than I ever did Lookin’ … Continue reading