Adult Coed Slumber Party

The golf season is in full swing in the northwest, so Michael is often out of town volunteering as a golf rules official. Although there is very little about his gig that I can relate to, I get a lot of inspiration from his commitment to the players and those crazy rules. Michael used to […]

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My Butt Encased in Spandex

Michael was headed to Costco later in the day, and I asked, “Will you put some ‘Men’s Small’ white t-shirts on the Costco list?” “Why do we need t-shirts?” “We don’t need them, but I do.” “What do you need those for?” “To wear to the gym.” Michael is a retired coach and aware of the […]

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Slaughtering Ecstasy

I don’t like to think of myself as a killer, but on occasion, I hunt and slaughter as efficiently as I can. However, this post isn’t about my prowess in carnage, but rather about what goes on in my head if someone else finds out about it. Mostly I’m non-violent. I try to eat vegetarian food and […]

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Angst Bunnies

Paralysis gripped me as I sat before my computer and thought about writing the specifics of any part of my past. It seemed like I was stuck in an insufferable loop of wanting to write, or at least knowing I should want to write, but still avoiding it. And then I realized I had danced […]

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Superficial

I was working less and thought that rather than twiddle my thumbs I would twiddle my fingers and write on a blog or two. I wanted to write with depth. I didn’t. I wanted to write in an engaging way. I couldn’t. The void was a problem so I signed up for a writing class. […]

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The Assignment

After I began my first writing course, it took five weeks before I hauled myself into class without dread. I just didn’t know that profound wretchedness that would be coming before the end of the class. In an early “wild write” session during that fifth class, a student gave me feedback that turned out to be a […]

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Quilt Over My Soul

My soul is covered with scabs that patch and shield from wounds that pierced my being and left gaping holes of loss inside. Those little crusty pieces of armor have become a quilt of puffy, beautiful, patches; each section created by thoughts that are tied with the strings of my heart to provide protection so […]

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