The following is a guest post from my own little mama. She's got the goods. -------------------------------- I've been thinking recently about fathers I have known, their similarities and their differences. My mother's father, my grandfather, comes to mind. Unfortunately, I never got to know him, because he died before I was born. One of the …
The Butterfly the Finch and the Dragonfly
Walking from our home to the train, there is a finch on the sidewalk. Decomposing. Deteriorating. Quiet. Walking across the river into the Tower for work, across a long courtyard full of flower boxes and lush, expensive landscaping along the Chicago River, rests a tranquil little minute of an oasis amid the sky rises and …
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The Girl on the Train Made Me Remember: Blackouts are Not Normal
I usually don't see myself taking a drink. It's more the aftermath. The stretch of time between being drunk and what happens next is what is most terrifying. All of a sudden in what seems like a 5 minute period of time, I'm back on my face with nothing to cling to and nothing to …
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Too Sober For This 