Author Archives: sputterpub

Pushing Through the Pain

Posted on August 23, 2013 by sputterpub

Remembering the birth day of my son – I had to get that baby out of me. His shoulders stuck, and I had only one more pushing chance at good delivery. That’s when the doctor looked into my eyes and … Continue reading →

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Octrave

Posted on August 22, 2013 by sputterpub

Funny how some customs start. Octrave began with a rant Olivia delivered to her friend Kris, who laughed so sincerely that Olivia wrote it up for her blog. It tumbled then into local popularity, was test-driven in Berkeley, and soon … Continue reading →

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Scales (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on August 21, 2013 by sputterpub

Alan can feel her respiration slow over the next few minutes. She has always been a good sleeper, she’s better at it when she’s depressed, and she’s been under treatment for depression for a couple of years. She is soon … Continue reading →

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Scales (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on August 20, 2013 by sputterpub

Alan is 50. There was an adage when he was 20 about not trusting anyone over 30, and that saying is now more than 30 years old. He has just finished watching a documentary on PBS about the 60s. He … Continue reading →

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Inside Biking

Posted on August 19, 2013 by sputterpub

This morning as I pedaled on my bike, the music pumping rhythm in my head and coffee by my side the way I like my early exercise, the while I sped my body through that working half an hour, I … Continue reading →

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Being (T)here

Posted on August 16, 2013 by sputterpub

I like to walk a visit to a place, acquaint my feet and legs with its terrain, inhale its air, examine every face, and let its ambience itself explain. I don’t care overmuch about the food and I don’t want … Continue reading →

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Rosemary’s Maybe (End)

Posted on August 15, 2013 by sputterpub

Rick poor Rick is the victim of a beautiful narcissistic mother. Her name was Tammy, she was actually born in Tennessee, and she had six husbands before settling into her current cranky dowagerhood. Her marriages took her and her boy … Continue reading →

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Rosemary’s Maybe (Middle)

Posted on August 14, 2013 by sputterpub

Sex would be fun, Rosemary thinks. Rick would be fun. He’s grown a little plump and more suburban, but he still laughs well. He’s surprisingly nervous, she knows. He has an acid stomach and hand rashes. He’ll ever be married … Continue reading →

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Rosemary’s Maybe (Beginning)

Posted on August 13, 2013 by sputterpub

It’s taking her forever to figure out her life. Rosemary is more than half-way through her expected span. She likes to think she has been paying attention. Most of the time she feels like she’s making her way with her … Continue reading →

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Eating Disorder

Posted on August 12, 2013 by sputterpub

“If only I could…” “You’re not old enough.” “But all I really want…” “You’ll have to wait.” More singular than Beauty’s rose and tough as diamonds to obtain, I dedicate intelligence to choosing strategy and tactics so my body will … Continue reading →

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