Singing in the Street

It was a rare occasion to be collected from school by my father. My sister and I had a half day. My dad picked us up and took us out to lunch. I might have been ten. I don’t remember…

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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Next week I'm leaving my computer. It's just a trial separation.  It's something we've been considering for a while now. I've begun to notice we make each other edgy.  I'm aware of a disturbing co-dependancy. An unhealthy pull. As if…

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