Monthly Archives: April 2011

keeping quiet

this week i write blogs and don’t post them. i vent in my draft box, returning to edit, revising to find the truth of what upsets me. i jot lines in my journal and stop a paragraph before i write the sentence that might summarize … Continue reading

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confessions while conway sings

confession: i’m listening to conway twitty of my own volition. for a bluesy hip-hop diva, this is confoundedly strange behavior. i’ve always danced to country music but never listened to it. now i have country music friends that have been infecting me with … Continue reading

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mysteriously puffy eyes

on sunday morning, i woke with puffy swollen been-crying-all-night eyes and i couldn’t remember why. on saturday night, i canceled committed plans and didn’t seriously consider my non-committed plans, in order to be in bed by 9 p.m., but i was awake again at 11:30 p.m. … Continue reading

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new friend

“insecure censoring is for suckers.” –pretty angel last night i wrote the above line in an email to a new friend. when you meet a new friend, you have the opportunity to pick and choose how and when to present … Continue reading

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two confessions

confession: the phone rang at 10 a.m. i thought it might be best friend calling from switzerland. it wasn’t. i don’t know who it was, since i stayed in bed and the caller didn’t leave a message. when i meet … Continue reading

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late departure

i left on thursday, later than planned, hours later. enough later that i poured a cocktail and waited longer before i left. i drove in traffic, not much traffic, and i didn’t mind, since i planned to stop in ft. worth and … Continue reading

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vanished confessions

i typed confessions for 45 minutes this morning before the computer ate them. they’re gone. even the backed-up draft is gone. i don’t have the heart to type them again. literally, i don’t have the heart. my heart is tired and … Continue reading

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