Category Archives: Self-Reliance

the definition of happy

I don’t know what Hendrix song it was, I was so tired, but as I lay on the couch in the middle of the day listening to my children prattle and the guitar cords soar and swing on the air, … Continue reading

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Rule Bait

It just occurred to me how obstinately opinionated I can be about writing. There are things that work for me, things that I’ve come to realize about the writing I do and the writing I most enjoy reading, and it … Continue reading

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And So It Goes: How a Literary Hero Showed Me He Wasn’t All That—But I Was

By Jolie Breeden Kurt Vonnegut dissed me. Shut me down, blew me off, dismissed with the slightest movement of his gray and grizzled head. It was, perhaps, the best thing that could have happened. Not that I wanted to be … Continue reading

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not from around here…are you?

Once a month, sometimes less, I work the counter at Real Coffee down on Main as a excuse to talk to people I don’t know. I’ve lived in this little house in this tiny town for one week shy of … Continue reading

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We are waiting for a storm. The winds are high and warm, all the spring birds sing a frantic chirrup as if playing chase in the voice of little girls. Then it quiets, cars are missing from the streets, the … Continue reading

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Throw me Thursday: Politics

In the fourth grade, a round boy with fat chestnut curls sucker-punched me in the gut. He blew me away. Because I wouldn’t move my locker door. He wasn’t a bully except by way that he was a boy and … Continue reading

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When I was younger, but still an adult, I was obsessed with my body. It didn’t fit right. I had curves, sometimes too many, was never straight and bony and flat like a flapper or those girls with the right … Continue reading

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