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The Wayward Home for Unfinished Youth
I suppose it was inevitable. You know, an “all signs point to go” kind of thing. But it dawned on me recently that we have cultivated a home for untamed creatures, every one of us varying degrees of feral. There are, of course, those of us who live in this house. The Madhouse, we call…
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I Didn’t Mean to Write About a Big-Ass Chair and Justice, But That’s What Happened
Today is Sunday, February…I have to check my watch…27th, and the sky is dim, and the air is damp, and I’m sitting criss-cross on the big-ass chair at my half-circle desk, and when I say big-ass chair I don’t mean the chair is huge, I mean the chair was designed with big asses in mind…
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On Candy Canes and Existential Dread
I have a method for eating candy canes, and it’s not good but it’s mine and I’m keeping it. Objectively, I understand the best, tidiest, most prolonged way to eat a candy cane is to start at the bottom of the shepherd’s crook–where the cane would strike the earth were it used for walking rocky…
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On Conjuring Energy From Nothing…Because Of Course. And Always.
Last night at 8:17pm, my son hollared “DAMN IT” and slammed his door. Right before that we replied, “Oh, no! So sorry! No. We forgot.” And right before that he asked if we remembered the Thing He Wanted to Do which was at 7:30pm. And right before that he said, “SHIT. I forgot the Thing I…
