Monthly Archives: April 2003

Hits have gone down since National Poetry Month began, and I have to confess, I feel like a neighborhood restaurant that was doing a nice little business until management decided to celebrate National Liver and Onions Month. I thought if … Continue reading →

This morning Jack did this thing where he held his hand out, palm down, about a foot over the bed and Kitty would come put her head under it like he was going to pet her, but he wouldn’t, he’d … Continue reading →

When I was home last week my mother gave me a book she used to read to us when we were small, The Tenggren Mother Goose. It was first published in the 1940s (click on the book if you want … Continue reading →

Um, I’m not sure how this works, exactly, but apparently the value of one of my outgoing links is $156.19. So all you bitches owe me.

The Big Fussy Festival of High School Remembrance is nearly over, I’m done talking about the strange teenage things I did that I thought would make me popular and am slowly backing into the lonely, middle-aged present once again. Whew. … Continue reading →

75 Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating stars (nor man) was moved at once. Bare dogs drew closer for a second look and performed their friendly … Continue reading →

I accidentally put Oxycontin on my grocery list. I meant Oxyclean! Silly me!

A true e-mail exchange between me and Fahey: ex-boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend who introduced me to Jack and was best man at our wedding. Naturally there’s more to it than that. Maybe some other time. Note the date of each e-mail. Date: … Continue reading →

Did somebody say cheerleader?? Well, technically I was a Pom. We were very specific on the spelling: it was pom-pon girl, not pom-pom girl, but everybody still got it wrong. We were the Laker Girls of Columbine High. We did … Continue reading →

the first of all my dreams was of a lover and his only love, strolling slowly (mind in mind) through some green mysterious land until my second dream begins – the sky is wild with leaves;which dance and dancing swoop(and … Continue reading →