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ultrasound

When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me.  I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her.  I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no.  But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »

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parking lots

Hey, the song of the day is Burn It Down.  Hope you like it. Ming wanted to hear it, and he danced so cutely, this morning.  He asked for the song about Rodney Coronado, and I didn’t know what he was talking about.  But when I searched for Burn It Down, I was like–oh!  Yeah,… Read More »

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how to be respected

I’ve been afraid to say some things in my writing because it can be vulnerable, and when I’m responded to with judgment, cruelty, disrespect, and lack of understanding, it hurts. I have certain disadvantages, as a fat crazy woman, and the world treats me in certain ways.  When I’m disrespected, that’s pretty normal for me. … Read More »

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how to have worth

Hey, what do you think?  It’s September.  My life feels like a patch of briars.  I’m trying to get comfortable.  Unfortunately, I’m made of human being. I brush past the cat’s claw acacia and find out why it’s called that, as thorns catch my clothes.  Oops, I liked those clothes. I keep listening to this… Read More »