Category: advice
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Couch Surfin’ All Over the World: Part Two
38,000 feet and landing in the bright blue sky. We’ve begun our steady descent. It looks normal enough, landing in Cancun, and I figure I’ll be in time for Thanksgiving dinner with Harold, somewhere rustic, street food with lime in the moonlight. Depressingly, after power-walking while applying lip gloss thinking I’m about to collect my…
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Couch Surfin’ All Over the World
Halloween’s ghosts have risen from the ashes to walk the streets again, visiting friends, relatives – maybe even you. Their old haunts may look a little different now – what was once a brothel, say, is now Popeye’s Louisiana Kitchen – but ghosts have a knowing sense of direction. They can find their way around.…
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Please, Stand By
Christmas Eve 2020 It hasn’t been 24 hours yet so it’s still ok for me to be fuming because once midnight hits and the ghost of Jacob Marley arrives in my boudoir along with the ghosts of however many other ex fling-a-boo’s, I have to be ready. Prepared. Armed to the teeth. It’s been four…
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Smooty’s Funeral
The cemetery grass is vivid green and speckled with dozens of mourners. Many are here to pay their respects today, looped around gravestones in the humid sunshine. The crusty clouds of morning finally got the hint, and decided to clear out. At least you can sleep now, Jason. His casket gleams silver – locked and…
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Enmeshed in Mess
At the edge of my immediate neighborhood lies a hill upon which one district rolls into another. On this hill are ramshackle duplexes of ill repute, washed in dirt and years of decay. A revolving cast of probationers and ex-cons cloud its reputation. Many vagabonds have trudged across this soil. And it is here where…
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Always a Side, Never a Bride
Jeremy the wine clerk won me over for the simple fact that I can’t “Just Say No” to a Gen X-er who looks like he fronted a 90’s band like Fuel or Bush. In fact, Jeremy plays guitar. I saw him working at the wine store last week and commented that I had never…
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