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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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trike magic

Hey, if you would like to buy my exact trike, looks like Home Depot has them in stock, for $329.99.  What a deal!  You could have your own trike magic! We paid something similar.  It’s lightweight, beautiful, good for a person of my height, which is 5′ 4″.  The instructions ours came with were not… Read More »

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trike

I wanted to tell you this whole story, how Ming and I went for a trike / bike ride, and this nut fell off my axle that holds on one of the back wheels.  It had fallen off before.  So I was mad, we didn’t deal with it well the first time, and it just… Read More »

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comprehensively funny

“Weird Al is very comprehensively funny,” Ming said, smiling, making a gesture of roundness. Yeah, I’m a comprehensively nice spouse.  He could make a gesture of roundness about me.  I excel at round. I’d shared with him the Stevie Wonder song “Pastime Paradise” that Coolio’s song “Gangster’s Paradise” is based on. Wow, I didn’t know… Read More »

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car peril

Hey, now for the third and final technology review, I’m reviewing our car.  Car peril!  I don’t know if you remember those other reviews–I reviewed the bad tech I’ve been hating lately!  I reviewed the annoying phone and the egregious chrome book. mirage Our car is a Mitsubishi Mirage.  It’s modern; it’s 2018.  We never… Read More »

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ancestor bird

My stomach hurt, and I hadn’t eaten anything weird or new.  I have these pills with enzymes in them, that I can take.  So I took one and did some stretches I like. I tip a little, to each side, as I stretch.  My fundus is where my ulcer was / is, which is a… Read More »

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how I changed my mind about confidence

I thought confidence was pretending.  “Fake it till you make it” is too sad.  I’d rather not fake anything. My mom was impressed with confident doctors.  When she told me that, I felt like I was going to puke.  She wanted a doctor to come off as knowing stuff.  I would prefer a doctor who… Read More »

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needing pesto

I didn’t know I was addicted to chocolate until I stopped eating it.  I knew I ate it almost every day, but I didn’t know I needed to! Every year during Sacred Peace Walk time, I would stockpile chocolate. Guess I should have known then that I was relying on it.  What helpful comfort. Chocolate… Read More »

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art love

Hey, guess what.  Someone made this art of me.  It was part of a fat love mail exchange.  Wow, amazing. They said they looked at public pics of me on facebook and understood me.  Isn’t it cool?  With strangers like this, who needs friends!  Hahahaha–just kidding.  I need you, reader. But sometimes strangers are better… Read More »

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trike diaries 2

We made the new Trike Diaries zine, issue #2.  It’s about disability justice, sexuality, race, my neighborhood, feelings, choices.  There’s an essay toward the beginning about how I relate to local meth users, and another about what a trikeslut is and disability with all its needs and challenges. I say some provocative things–maybe you would… Read More »