Monthly Archives: January 2015

No Good Bye

It’s funny how we wouldn’t say goodbye – with each of us so angry and so hurt – distempered tender batterers who try to bluster through the pain and speak in curt emphatic challenges or low retreat. We tried some … Continue reading

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School (Part 3 of 3)

Then there’s my niece. She did fine in school. Oh there were behavior problems (she didn’t fall far from the family tree), but she attended the required counseling and she had understanding and support through it all at home. She … Continue reading

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School (Part 2 of 3)

School provided me with two goods: diversity and filtering. There I met liars, athletes, brainiacs, idiots, philosophers and bigots, poor losers and good Samaritans, bullies and sycophants. All of that diversity created an environment in which I learned how to … Continue reading

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School (Part 1 of 3)

I once got sued by an asshole client. He claimed that I damaged him, but that was because he was nabbed in a crooked financial transaction and wanted someone, anyone but him, to pay for it. Swear to God: he … Continue reading

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Weirdo

A crisis of identity it’s not. She knows herself as well as one can ask. The issue seems to be that she forgot to blinker her responses with a mask of socialized sobriety and dull prescribed behavior. Sure we follow … Continue reading

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Truespeech

I almost always mean the words I say, and very rarely speak them to an ear that pays attention. “How are you today?” I’ll answer with the facts. See I’m sincere and courteous and truthful and direct, but most the … Continue reading

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Near Ms (3 of 3)

All in all, he had been attracted to her but comfortable with no action. Until the prospect came of making her up. In the week between booking the appointments and her noon arrival that Saturday, he started having explicit, exciting, … Continue reading

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Near Ms (2 of 3)

Meanwhile, Pamela dodged a bullet and missed a path. Her company was downsizing and she was terrified at the idea of being laid off. She dug in and began working extra hard, putting in long hours, showing her boss Ted … Continue reading

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Near Ms (1 of 3)

Most of the time Pamela didn’t think about Brian. She came to the day spa as often as her schedule permitted: about every three weeks. Brian gave the best massage she’d ever had, so she gratefully considered him immediately before, … Continue reading

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Editing

Respectfully I edit what I wrote three days ago, reviewing it for gist and attitude. To get it I must quote myself in love, by composition blissed and wit remarked. A question begged or left to hang will hang the … Continue reading

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