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Typing 101

As I sit here, plunking away at the keys, I wish I could go back in time and change things. Actually one very small thing, because as we all know, you change your past too much the future ”you” gets really screwed up…but, a small thing wouldn’t be too bad, would it?...

And…its done.

Your heart sinks when you get the call. “Hello, Erin? Yes, this is the school calling. We have your son here, he is fine. His teeth, however….” And the rest is a bit of a blur, as I think the worst. I think hockey teeth. I think of his lovely (ADULT, OH NO) buckteeth...

Forbidden Fruit

I was in the bathroom the other day, minding my own business, when I found some porn. The tattered edges of the glossy magazine stuck out behind the toilet, placed there in case one needed to pass the time, or had the time for unperturbed perusing. It’s not your...

The Cull

Sometimes you start a project, knowing it might bleed into another, but you start it anyway. How bad can it really be? you think nervously. The question really is, how LONG have you been putting this project off? Take the answer, multiply it by heaps of sweat, dirt,...

Home.

Home. It’s a small word, but a loaded one. A few years back this word was presented in my writing group as a jumping off point: what writers call a “start.” We wrote for ten minutes and then read aloud, all nodding our heads in agreement at some descriptions, or...