Monthly Archives: April 2009

I’m not dead yet

She was only 42 when she started missing her period and at first we thought she was pregnant. It turned out to be an end to possibilities rather than a beginning. In the middle of dinner, Mom tore her clothes off and sat there, in just a bra and panties, glistening with sweat. Then the clothes went back on. Then off. Clothes on/Clothes off. It’s how we still refer to that period of her life. At 79, she still gets the … Continue reading

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I need a new drug

  I’m looking for houses again. I have no money and I’m so Grey Gardens tied to my own Big Edie that really, I’m not going anywhere, but I’m looking. The URLs of the good realtor sites for Duchess County, Hudson Valley, Sullivan County and Ulster are imprinted in my brainpan. House hunting is my last drug. I gave up booze almost nineteen years ago & baby, oh baby, that’s a long, long time between drinks.

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happily never after

I don’t know about little boys, hell, it becomes more and more apparent each day that I don’t know much about grown mens either, but I do know about little girls and how we’re raised. No matter what kind of home you came from you were served fairytales. There’ve been a million essays, books & magazine articles written about it and I’m not here to reinvent the wheel. I’m here to talk about my fairytale, the fantasy that shaped my … Continue reading

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