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Holidays are Hard

The holidays have always been hard for me. My mother got kicked out of the house when she got knocked up… but her relationship with her parents had been strained for a long time. Generally I was handed over to … Continue reading

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Christmas Ride

My parents usually go away for Christmas, but this year they decided to stay home and since I had loose plans to see the young man, come New Years, I thought I’d head up to their place and be fed. … Continue reading

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Early Christmas Present

“Hey, hey!” said my father. “I have a question real quick. How much was your new bike?” “Buh…” I said, buying time and squirming in embarrassment for how much I spent on something that, strictly speaking wasn’t strictly necessary, especially … Continue reading

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What happened to Caiden?

Caiden was my half sister. My mother was paid to marry a man named Said who was in the US as a student and wanted to stay more permanently. He married my mother and slept in the basement while my … Continue reading

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Secrets

Secrets are anathema to me. I started keeping secrets when I was very, very small. My mother had a history with child protective services – something about me as a newborn repeatedly seizing or stopping to breathe and only doing … Continue reading

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Slapping on a coat of paint

There are a couple good things about breaking off an engagement. For starters because I spend all day long walking around in a vague daze, the people around me spend their time speaking softly and gently and treating me like … Continue reading

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Hoo. Man. Rant.

When I was a tender young thing… ten or twelve. My father idly explained to me that we’re all whores. We trade our skills, abilities, services, whatever we’ve got in exchange for the things we need and want. Food, shelter, … Continue reading

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Not Pregnant! ^_^

A lot of you know my father got custody of me when I was nine and for most of our early years together it was just he and I. Dealing with some of the more awkward aspects of puberty with … Continue reading

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The Sound of My Voice

When I was little, my world was always full of music. Radios were constantly on, people singing along to favorite songs, kids running down the street, shrieking rhymes. Folk songs, old songs, new songs, all music. Even my mother, when … Continue reading

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Doing Some Packing

Have you ever moved from a large space into a tiny one? From, say, a house into a small apartment? You suddenly find yourself in this itty bitty space, with -way- too much crap. So you sort of leave everything … Continue reading

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