Exposure

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Every thought and curiosity; every confession and self reflection; every crush and heartbreak; every daydream and plan-for and fantasy; every hate and shame. From whimsy to grand scheme, all had been transcribed meticulously into a journal. It held the culmination of the last year. It lived in a carryall during the day and beside the bed at night. And then just like that -in a snap, it got left behind on a bus. She would never see it again. She felt raw, like she had been folded inside-out. She cried for days. This was the most mortifying thing she could’ve imagined.   ~~~  Amber’s phone is plugged into an outlet on the bathroom counter while she showers. There had been a … Read More

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Perfume

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It’s funny. I’m not a perfume wearer. An occasional spritz. Similar to my lipstick wearing, I’m non committal. Frankly, perfume gags me. Especially the sweet stuff. A man who wears a sweetish cologne vexes me. A man should only smell cloyingly sweet if he’s a baker. I would prefer no person wear any recreational scent, but this blog has already covered pheromones, so I won’t get into it again. Really, a man should smell like a man. I have no problem telling even my mother, ‘yuck, roll the window down’ if we’re riding in the car together. Or calling her ahead and saying ‘I have a headache, please don’t wear perfume’. She’s religious about her use. She’s the one to … Read More

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Any Given Sunday

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I danced hard this morning, then I brunched well. Long conversations. The graciousness of an ex, my humility in accepting the invitation. It was necessary and familiar and reflective and all that. I really wanted to go on a long walk afterwards. The weather has abruptly cooled (in Dallas) and over the last two days of storms, the sprinkles are still intermittent; so I did the next best thing: grocery shop to my few places, park far out in the lot, then walk and think it out, also, intermittently scanning a list. I’m strung out on mirin in my cooking. If you have a sweet-tooth or sweets eating addiction, it will make you LOVE any vegetable ISwearToGod. It’s essentially sweetened … Read More

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My Status is Not Stasis

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  This past Sunday my mother and I were driving to visit my grandmother and I got pulled over by a cop. Quite curious since I was obeying the law. It always makes you feel a little anxious regardless. Turns out my inspection sticker has been out for 6 months! Geez, why didn’t I notice? It is usually mailed to me automatically, yearly. Since I have moved, I guess the forwarding address expired too, and the updated one never did arrive. As I’m going on to the cop about my new address excuse (it is old on my driver’s license too), my mother is over there hootin-on: ‘she is my darling daughter’ and ‘this is my model child’. He’s suspiciously … Read More

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The Power of Sleep

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I don’t even want to write this; probably means I should. Yesterday I started my day at 5 am. Today I attempted to function, not so well, with about 4 hours of inconsistent sleep. Thus, the deficit is REAL! I do not recommend this. I become very negative. my brain hovers over the ‘nots’ and the ‘don’ts’, from the short-fused and impatient place. Do you listen to yourself? Do you know when you are in the right place or the unhealthy place? This is the most extreme example. Sleep-deprivation is the oldest technique in interrogation; the Chinese have known this forever. Coincidentally, todays Delancey Place email is on sleep deprivation, an excerpt out of the book Dreamland: Adventures in the … Read More

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