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I was in the bathroom when I heard Mark's Good Ex of the North say "When I got here tonight I saw Betty's bag and thought, 'oh yay! Betty's here and if Betty's here I bet Weed's here' and then I thought, 'I like our new … -
The Worst Day Today
The car was not even off but I was already out the door, across the gravel drive way and hugging my uncle. If it had been a hug with less gravity I wouldn't have felt him shaking. "How are you?" I asked. "Good," he sa… -
my secret, secret dreams
On Sunday morning Weed and I woke at an unreasonable earliness. Seven-thirty and I was wide awake--without coffee. 'We're still on East Coast time,' I assured myself so that I didn't feel like one of those morning peopl… -
in praise of irresponsibility
My mom and I were talking on the phone the other night. I am considering moving in with her and my dad now that my brother and soon to be sister in law have bought a house. In some ways it would be a lot easier while I… -
speaking like my aunt's lexus
One night, a few weeks ago, this guy who wanted to cut to the chase by cutting through me said, "I know you. Overeducated, self-righteous, bourgeois, brilliant, intense, vain. You're hardworking but you could work hard… -
shit betty, you can't say that, the gay mafia will beat you down and tie you up in pink cashmere
It is one of those open secrets that I am bisexual. I don't hide it. I won't evade the question but I am not really the "out loud and proud" type. I am more quietly sulking in the corner and proud. I haven't told my … -
kickball, the sport of broken homes
It doesn't start well. The two boys, ten and eleven, are captains and when they pick teams it goes K, then their mom and then Weed before, finally, me. I yell to Matty, who is the all time pitcher, "Look, I'm an adult … -
newtonian physics
The downstairs neighbors are fighting again. I'm not sure of their names, but I know that he accuses her of being a bitch. She accuses him of being mean then cries, then stops. There is a lot of noise and doors slammi… -
the victory of dying young
I have one memory of my father. We are in a car and there are candy hearts. We are stuck in a snow bank. And then somehow I am jumping on a bed and there is light surrounding the two grown ups standing by the window. … -
graduation photos for Michelle (everybody else look the other way)
Just got these photos a few hours ago. The indoors ones did not come out and the rest included people other than Weed and myself... that is me with my diploma. Me, admiring Weed who is listening to the iPod shuffle tha…
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