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Getting Unclogged
I grew up in such a dysfunctional household that as I child I actually believed that when I was out of someone’s sight, I disappeared for them. What a horrid mindset for a little girl to live with! I was thinking about that the other day, and I wrote this poem. Getting Unclogged There is…
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“How can you be tired?”
Every long-term relationship I’ve had has been with someone who does some version of construction for a living. When they come home, cut up and covered in grime, after a long day of putting shingles on roofs or re-plumbing the crawl space under a house or rewiring a hot attic, it’s obvious they’re exhausted. Tradesmen…
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Tales from the Not-So-Dark Side
So in those halcyon days when I was actually a homeowner, my new boyfriend at the time was sitting with me on the couch when he heard the water turn on in the bathroom sink. “Uh… who’s that?” Oh, God, he’s going to think I’ve lost my mind. I let out a sigh and looked…
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What Do You Recommend?
Many years ago I had a boyfriend who was a plumber. I assumed he knew what he was doing. After all, he got a paycheck for it week after week, year after year. So when friends needed plumbing, I’d recommend him. If he did it as a side job, they’d save money and he’d earn…