February 2015
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Banging out the whims


We’re having BLTs for dinner. I cut the tomatoes into perfect thin circles, broke the lettuce into perfect curves, toasted the bread according to everyone’s demanding specifications (Not too dark and not too light and still warm when we make our sandwiches but we all want to eat at the same time and …Banging out the whims

    No actual monkey


    Sometimes, she decides again, being married is a pain in the ass. She takes a deep breath as she repeats herself, aware that she is speaking a bit more slowly this time, as though the trouble isn’t that he’s disregarding her words but that he is having difficulty processing them. “The gas gauge …No actual monkey

    Flight of the Conchords


    Kallan got a guitar last year with the understanding part of the deal was that she had to sign up for lessons.  Instead, she has been completely resistant to lessons of any sort, insisting she’ll learn to play the guitar on her own. That has not happened … at all. Instead, she is …Flight of the Conchords

    Whatevs . . .

    Texts without much context . . .

    Me: I wish I was there at this moment. Not the whole trip, mind you. Just this moment.

    She: Did you see?

    Me: Yes, I watched the u-stream. I love you so much. So proud of you.

    She: I came really close.

    Me: I saw!

    She: If …Whatevs . . .

    A dress of peelings

    I am on the edge of my family, a small bit apart.

    Upset with them, but not really. Upset with myself. Upset they were here to witness my weakness.

    I apologize, but I do not forgive myself.

    I sit at the dining-room table in silence. The girls are milling about in the kitchen; their …A dress of peelings