Category Archives: divorce

Throw me Thursday: Move

This belated Throw me Thursday post is written on behalf of my good friend Rebe who spent yesterday moving from one place in Denver to another. Cheers, Rebe! We had to get rid of the cat and the dog too … Continue reading

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There is a funeral procession driving past my house.  A long, black hearse followed by another and another and another car swish through the street cutting the sun from my window in choppy stutters. The weather is calm, almost warm.  … Continue reading

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Again I’m called back to the house in my sleep.  But I’m outside and the house is still red with white shutters.  It’s been painted the ugliest burnt sage for years now, even longer than years, decades.  We’ve been gone … Continue reading

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Memoir Moon

Tonight I did my words.  They were nothing.  I poked the internet, did the dishes, emptied the trash.  The kids and I have been in the house for days, bound by sickness and rain.  It’s still November.  I write. But … Continue reading

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Throw me Thursday: Whiskey-Money-Doll

@karriehiggins (Karrie’s blog) took a play on words from a conversation we’d been having about an old Twilight Zone episode that still haunts me from way back, Talking Tina. Karrie said, “@EVictoriaF Keep “whiskey money doll” in mind for your … Continue reading

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That Would Be Telling

I’m sure if I found some misspelled, grammatically incorrect, thoroughly embarrassing school project 20 or so years after the fact and transcribed it in all it’s agonizing glory for you to read, it could be construed as a self-flagellation of … Continue reading

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Ma was married and pregnant with her first child at the age of 18.  Ten months after the birth of a daughter the second girl came squalling out.  The next year brought a boy, the year after another boy, then … Continue reading

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