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Foolish Heart, Heed My Warning:
You’ve been wrong before, Don’t be wrong anymore When I joined MSU’s theatre department, I was a sophomore. I was 10 years older than the incoming freshmen, 6 years older than most of the seniors. Bob was a year older than me, but he intimidated me and we weren’t close. Most of the people I…
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Here in my car I feel safest of all: I can lock all my doors; it’s the only way to live.
When Joyce married Jerome in 1980, we got a slew of new step-cousins that we knew just about as well as the cousins that were blood relations. Most of the new cousins lived in the Anamoose/Harvey/Fessenden area of ND. Jerome had 3 living sisters and they all had kids. One sister lived with her…
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It’s a Bullshit Three-Ring Circus Sideshow of Freaks
Growing up as military brats, we never really knew our extended families. I mean we knew names; we knew Uncle Scott and Aunt Cheryl, Cheryl’s husband Big Rick and her son Little Ricky, and her daughter Jamie. Uncle Scott shared my love of books and introduced me to science fiction. Uncle Buddy had seven kids,…
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Weep Not For The Memories
Joyce has passed away. I’ve been told to stay away from the funeral “because of all the drama I caused at Sean’s funeral” and my “blog full of lies.” ? I’m actually ok with this; I don’t think I can pretend to grieve. I’ve searched inside myself and there’s nothing there. No sadness, no rage,…
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Hold Me Closer
Imagine: I buy a plane ticket and fly down to Georgia. At the airport, I rent a car and drive down to Musella and find the cemetery. Carrying my bluetooth speaker, I find Lynne’s grave. I cue up the music. I call out into the twilight, “Tonia, my sister, my pal, please join me. Sean,…
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Your Eyes Have Died But You See More Than I
Nick and I are in the kitchen, cooking together; it must be pizza night or burrito night. My phone rings and as usual, I can’t find it; I’m always putting it down and walking away from it. Nick hands it to me and as I answer it, I walk down the hall, away from the…
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I Wish That I Could Be Like The Cool Kids
I was getting very tired of packing up and moving, but hopefully this would be the last time. Never say that. Ever. Kirksville is in northeast Missouri and likes to bill itself as the meth capital of the US. It may or may not be, but it IS a very financially depressed town. I doubt…
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But I Keep Cruisin’; Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop Movin’
I was angry that no one cared to do anything about the PITA; I truly thought he was a danger. I was angry that Brad had been allowed to chase me down the hall in front of students, shouting and calling me names, and still got tenure. I was angry that I’d been promised a…
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I Guess That I Don’t Need That Though
One of my costume students brought a crazy man into our midst. But before that someone knocked on my front door one day and I opened it to find Richie standing there. It took a few eye blinks for me to establish it was Sean. He looked so much like Richie! His hair was salt…
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Come On, Try A Little; Nothing Is Forever
My friend Brei came to see me. She and Davis were married and had three little boys. They were moving out of Minot and I just can’t remember why, but she came to see me before they moved. Brei was going to stay overnight and I was going to show her my costume shop and…
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