Category: Assorted
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Twitter says I talk too much
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I lead a double life. I am secretly a superhero.
It all started with a ring. A birthday gift from Erin, who sent me a very appropriate piece of jewelry to help me celebrate my 30th birthday: a ring, made from an M key on a typewriter. The perfect gift for a writer. And me, deeming myself clever, had a conversation with my clever partner…
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The time I fainted in the piercing parlor
A memory In keeping with this week’s theme of body mutilation, I give you the story of the time I got my nose pierced. Susan and I are shopping one day when I mention that the piercing place next door is supposedly THE place to get pierced in Charlotte. I have only bought jewelry from…
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Please, enlighten me
Don’t force it, you say, Just let it come to you You tell me you can’t do this Tell me you won’t do this Tears streaming down my face You don’t feel them You can’t see them. You bring mystery to this moment, to this twinkle of light. We seek a higher ground dream of…
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Let’s talk about flirting.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but in an extreme friendship not-if-you-were-the-last-girl-on-Earth kind of way, I think you are sort of pretty. Platonically pretty.” Is there a double standard when it comes to how women are allowed to flirt vs. how men are allowed to flirt? I say yes. I think women can get…
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Decorating during a breakup
He asked her for help deciding what color to paint his front door She looked at him in silence, pondering – Does she take her stand now, leaving him to choose without her, showing him she’s the strong one? Or does she pick – making him think her name every day, each time he sees…
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A lifetime declaration
She always felt there should be more art in their world. So they go to a place where dreams become a permanent record Gets his name tattooed right beside her heart Thinking that will fix everything. Afterword he hugs her tightly forgetting how much it will hurt. ———– I’m also publishing this poem at the…
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One weekend, a lifetime ago
One night in a crowded bar and she was hooked. She couldn’t tell him how ready she was to love so she instead chose to pretend, as he had, that this sort of thing happened all the time. Then she spent the next years searching for him. Of course, she had to know it was futile. After…
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Wearing my heart on my sleeve (or my turtle on my back.)
I recently landed on a post by BusyDad about his tattoos and the story behind them. Inspired me to want to tell you about my own tattoos and their stories. I have 3 of them (or 4 or 5, depending on how you look at it), and like BusyDad, I like that I can easily…