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I have Plan B

My appointment was for 11:20, but the place was packed, all chairs filled. In the waiting room, everyone’s bored and staring at everyone else, like on a bus. I feel they don’t like my looks. It’s that I’m out of style? Or my skirt says I think I’m better than them? Or they’re just in… Read More »

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daytrip

Yesterday we went to Santa Cruz for Sri Lankan food, a visit to their lovely hippie grocery store Staff of Life, and nature fun at Big Basin St Park. Erik was in the mood to “hold forth,” and I liked hearing his postulations about ecosystems in particular. At the grocery we got some interesting things,… Read More »

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Woodstock

Here’s the salad dressing I’m currently in love with. http://www.anniesnaturals.com/Pages/nutrition/diet.htm

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I’m guessing 1984

On my dad’s side (the white side) I was the oldest grandchild. My brother was second. Janelle, the one pictured between us, was third. I always thought she was holding a feather, but now I’m not so sure. I loved those popcorn-cranberry garlands we made a few Christmases, even though I pricked my finger on… Read More »

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the bitch in the house

I’m not the type of girl who likes to solve problems by buying things, but we bought a sound-making machine in an attempt to solve my problem with the apartment complex’s noises. That’s a short-term solution. Longer-term ones include to following: *moving onto a farm with Paul and Sparky, current favorite choice, but contingent on… Read More »

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Point Reyes National Seashore

Today I wanted to make issue 35 of the zine and do some Sacramento things, but Erik wanted to go to Point Reyes, so we did. It was our first time. http://www.nps.gov/pore/ It’s a big place with a variety of plant communities! I thought it was going to be like Point Lobos, for some reason,… Read More »

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1994

My local best friend in jr high and high school was Melly–brilliant, blond, and athletic. She played soccer, ran cross country and track, and played tennis one year. Mostly she was a runner. I loved her and was devoted to her. Yet there was a lot of conflict too. I would neglect her badly, spending… Read More »

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WWJD?

Let me answer your question for you. Jesus would give away everything. He’d go to the bad part of town and talk about God with trans-sexual prostitutes. He wouldn’t read sale papers. He wouldn’t own a car. He wouldn’t own anything. So take off your special bracelet and throw it on the ground.

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1993

Counting candles this looks like 17, and it looks like German chocolate cake, which would have been an abnormal birthday cake choice–brownie nut was normal, back then (now it’s carrot). Despite my laughing smile, this was not a good year in general, was it? It’s hard to speak generally, which is what living in the… Read More »

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kid #12

I am healthy enough to run circles around you, as your butt gets bigger, your back is hurting— and I’m in a place you cannot find me. Other kids pull me, and I leave home until my entire day is one long secret, which hurts your old, delicate feelings, so used to control. I don’t… Read More »