Seeing You Dead Was Easy

“I feel okay though. Peacefully sad if that’s a thing.” I sent this text last night. Two minutes later I grabbed my laptop, my only oar in the strange waters of peaceful sadness, and began to row. I just heard a bit on The Moth’s Radio Hour, a story-centered podcast that I picked up on […]

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Exhuming & Exalting (For Izzy)

“There is one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered and that’s the graveyard.” I got a carwash the day Izzy died. The Mistress had been covered in soot and street salt from our wisp of a winter, so I paid for the deluxe wash and got her tires shined and […]

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I’d Get Daffodils on My Boobs for You

This morning a tuft of orange and yellow daffodils waved at me in the wind as I merged onto Arlington Boulevard. The sky above them suggested that it would rain down destruction. There was hardly even any grass around for them to take root. Still, the flowers waved. It was odd to me that daffodils […]

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#30Layers30Days Day 4: What She Saw

Our conversations were more candid in her final weeks. Aunt Dino’s time was limited and we all had a dwindling tolerance for frivolities. So when she broke the silence with a declaration about my mother, no one made a peep. “She was a goddess!” Aunt Dino said with fervor. “Untouchable.” And though she was looking […]

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