Sixth period and I was still high on the smell of new school supplies: notebooks filled with blank pages, pencils…
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Alligators in Cars
I awoke to the sound of pooping. Specifically, Cooper pooping. She’d had a rough go of it, straining and crying…
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Foosball in the World of Men
I clutched the handlebars, the left– my goalie hand –twitching a little bit. Best to always keep the men moving….
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With Eyes Closed Or Open
Fifteen days stretch between us. His trip, then mine, then his. More than two weeks, the time has been slow…
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The Inheritance of Burning
(Originally published on I Still Hate Pickles November 28, 2012.) Almost every morning, I burn a piece of toast. Unless…
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