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Thankfulness is coming to get me
Eight months and four days ago my little sister died. Though she was mentally ill – bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, anxiety – and had attempted suicide more times than I want to remember, when she...
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in the silence there is nothing
Platypus Rock is a place where nothing happens. I’ve been back a few times since we scattered Libby’s ashes. I’ve walked down for a look and I’ve ridden down, too. When I ride, I park at the top of the...
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make mine a latte, with dreams on the side
I’m walking down the street with my sister, Libby. Low fences, gardens, there’s a black sleeping in the window of the place on the corner. Libby waves at the sleeping cat, ‘that’s Blackie.’ ‘I thought...
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or write what you don’t know
Yes, I’m a bad blogger. Aside from minutes ago I haven’t looked at my blog for weeks, a month, I don’t know and I feel too guilty to check. It’s been a while. The good news is my fingers were otherwise...
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a black dog is only a black dog and your life is how you think of it
I caught my husband. A lie so bold and brazen, he turned his head, and kind of coughed it out. ‘A couple a hundred dollars,’ he said low-voiced, to the back of the couch when he was asked how much his...
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