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Like a turtle, or maybe a cactus: The Growth Chronicles, Part I

July 1, 2016

I’ve heard it said that a turtle can only grow to the size of its enclosure. I guess I could hit up google for verification, but I’m tired of googling for answers I think I should already have. Kind of how I felt in the ER a few weeks ago. Over it. Carrie, how are you doing? I think I’m okay. Great, this next scan will take 5 minutes. It’s been three years since my first stroke. Three years. Sometimes…

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It ain’t over til the cat lady sings

Every night when I crawl into bed I close my eyes and pretend I’m in my old room at the beach. I don’t think this is healthy. I don’t care. Three months ago I cleaned my way out the back door, stood up and…

May 13, 2016

On aging (some more)

I was about to make a left on Temple when Richard Marx came on. “Damn Angelia, it’s been too long,” I said out loud turning up the volume as the light turned yellow, then red, and I pulled to a stop. For a second…

April 5, 2016

Unring the bell

I haven’t written here for awhile because my aunt passed away suddenly and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die, cry, lie in bed and be alone. I suppose this is the grieving process. I thought about including…

March 3, 2016