Category Archives: Personality

The Cruise

I’m thinking how to summarize this trip: if I were more adventurous, I guess I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship, but disembarking ratchets up my stress. I love to nest no matter where’s my bed – what’s … Continue reading

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The Opportunist

I know an opportunist thief of pills. She likes the gloss a light narcotic adds to sedentary mornings. Norco kills her appetite; a little oxy pads her nervousness. She won’t shop on the street for drugs — she guards against … Continue reading

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Processing

I went to bed a little after 9 the other night, although that might result in pre-dawn waking. I could read the sign of stress in neck and belly: much tumult from tenants and concern about a kid confirmed my … Continue reading

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The Day of the Lab Tests

I thought the fasting rule meant no caffeine; I spent my first three hours coffee-less. I walked in January brown and green and gave up blood and urine for some tests. It wasn’t all that difficult. No bad occurred. The … Continue reading

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Murmuring

Consumed with judgments no one wants to hear, I let the criticism rip inside: unfocused; sloppy; paralyzed by fear; deluded by a needy ego; pride engendered by a spoiled attitude and peppered with a petulance as strong as conscience ought … Continue reading

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Retro Diagnosis

“Is there depression in your family?” she asked me after marrying my son and giving birth to their first progeny. I indicated no. “Most everyone is willful, prone to anger. We’re complex but rarely down, and seldom sad for long.” … Continue reading

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Old Cold Comfort

When I was young, I liked the dark and cold of winter and of midnight. I rebelled about the sun/moon symbolism told in classics, and I often felt compelled to ram my views against tradition’s wall. I thought I was … Continue reading

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Vagabonding

Another grandmother would visit less, contribute money more than presence now. Acknowledging catastrophe, I guess it’s true another’d try a different how. But I can’t stay at home while they contend with hospitals and stroke dimension’s pace and space, with … Continue reading

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A Bus Gap

I fell into a bus hole yesterday. Conveyances that should have stopped near me six times an hour suffered some delay (although the suffering appeared to be confined to would-be passengers instead of buses, drivers, transit employees). I had a … Continue reading

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Care

I love the kids — I really do — and yet they’re easier to handle after weed. I raised mine but I managed to forget that dealing with monotony makes need for any substance that will alter mood without conveying … Continue reading

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