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As many of my longtime readers know, a few years ago, I started an email account to hand over to Bridget when she turns 18. I send the account letters & pictures throughout the year–and one ...

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Freshly turned 40, I’m sitting here in my whimsical flamingo pj’s (that were a gift from a certain ex-boyfriend’s not-at-all-whimsical mother) with a gaping golf-ball sized hole in my side. If yo...

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So I put my foot back in the dating pool…and I survived. Not sure what else I accomplished besides survival….which is my usual MO…Survival and not a whole helluvalot else… but hey, not ending up ...

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Found this old entry saved on my laptop from another site I was using in OpenDiary’s hiatus. (4 years is still considered a hiatus, right?) What can I say, after OD, I used to blog around. For a ...

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Facebook is kind of a cunt. It loves to remind me of people that no longer love me anymore or that are now good & dead. Sometimes it even reminds me of people that fell out of love with me be...

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Just returned from some late night smoking out on the front steps in a polka dot bathrobe and old pj’s. Listen, you can take the girl out of the white trash upbringing, but you can’t take the dys...

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Back in 2020, I woke up to the news that Kenny Rogers had passed. This news prompted me to look back in my OD archives for this ridiculously trying-hard-to-offend piece I wrote about a true event...

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so, there are teeth in my drawer at work. 2 teeny, rootless, jagged little baby teeth that previously resided in my daughter’s mouth. i have always struggled with any kind of holidays or traditio...

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Well, I’m re-entering the blogging world it would appear… What have I been doing? Procreating it would appear–as I have another child since the last entry. I swear, I do more than NOT write in th...

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“Mom, who is my dad?” I am unprepared for the question my 8 year old lobs at me over dinner, as he swipes a milk moustache off his face with one swipe of his grubby hand. The answer seems so obvi...

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These are the current tracks I’m spinning obsessively over here this month. Because I am low on words, and even lower on energy (thank you, depression)-I am sharing these songs instead of my tho...

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After I killed the first baby Alex & I made, I prayed to get pregnant all the time. I thought that if the prayer was answered, it would prove God didn’t hate me…that he wasn’t going to punis...

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Hello, kids. I’ve got a triple shot of vodka, that I’m calling a double…Can feel my bloodstream sigh out its relief as it hits. I have been cutting back on drinking the past couple weeks—aside f...

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This past weekend I went shopping and single-handedly jump-started the economy with one slow waltz down the baby girl clothing aisle. You’re welcome, America. You are so totally welcome. I’m sor...

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Letter to Kevin: Alex and I got a dog…a little Boston terrier…We named him Baudelaire. Yes, we named him after the French prose poet. Snobs are we. Well-read snobs. I now have to set about trai...

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This is the start of something for creative writing…has to be about running into an ex and new g/f at a restaurant. I should’ve known that Friday was going to be a sitcom with a cast of unsavor...

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hey-like the title? well, i hadda start this “welcome back roxy” entry out with a bang. i coulda gone full-blown attention hog and spelled “come” slightly differently. but i didn’t. that’s naugh...

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This is something I found that I had written to my friend in a letter a few weeks back: I was born to have a problem w/authority. Just like Michael Jackson was born to moonwalk and do sick thin...

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