Death and Taxidermy

My boyfriend has joked that if I were to die, he would face his own demise within three weeks. Death from a broken heart, you ask? Nope, starvation. I've joked, that if he leaves this earth before me, I'm not going anywhere, and neither is he! Several years ago, he suggested that I would probably... Continue Reading →

Let’s Get You A Hare

The other day, my distracted mind mind was quickly drawn back into conversation when my boyfriend nonchalantly said, "let's get you a hare." After years of back-and-forth about the inhumanity of leaving an oversized mountain dog alone in a small house without a backyard for 10 hours a day, the possibility of him suffering through... Continue Reading →

Sonderlust

thighs branded by diamonds torso tilted forward, ever so slightly chin perched upon chilled palm engaged in a theatrical viewing of homo sapien jest and despair passersby transfixed by amorous affairs strategic advances and endless upward swiping the realization arises slowly as the glowing orb ascends the ass-slapping lovers bespectacled checkmate men and teenagers in search... Continue Reading →

Lessons From The Heart

The heart is a wondrous, mighty thing-- a splintered orb circling its crooked axis, sending off a blitz of encrypted messages. In blimps, codes and point-blank, it won't stop telling us what we need to hear. The heart echos it's directive-- it keeps returning to the same thing. This has been a season of tumultuous... Continue Reading →

Sammy The Saboteur

In spring 2015, I was diagnosed with valley fever and pneumonia. I was on bed rest for over a month, during which my boyfriend picked up the habit of scrunching up his forehead and saying, "I think you're losing it, dear." He would smile, kiss my forehead, and shush me as I rambled on about... Continue Reading →

Words Are Freaking Hard, Man

What do you call a perpetual state of brain fog? Because that's what I've been dealing with for several months (or the last four years, if you ask my boyfriend). It's a good thing that I have a sense of humor because the hubby has begun documenting my grammatical snafus on the vacated "Life Goals"... Continue Reading →

The Very Baad Men!

Imagine a five-foot-nothing Italian with a heavy accent, oversized nose, and enough stories to ensure you always circumnavigate away from his porch if you're in a rush. His goodbyes involve kisses on the checks and finger-wagging reminders that he expects to be invited to the (eventual) wedding. This is my dear, elderly neighbor, Nico. Four... Continue Reading →

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