I came across a large protest march on Martin Luther King, Jr. Way. The Who was on the radio and the smell of barbeque was in the air. A game of baseball was played in the backyard. The sidewalks were crowded with kids learning to ride their bikes, and their parents cheering them on. She licked the frosting off the cupcake, but never got around to ( Read more... )

I was talking to a friend and when St. Patrick's Day came up, we wished a happy one to each other, and then I asked him if it was a big deal in his family. He said no, and that he had thought about calling someone up to wish them a happy St. Patrick's Day, but decided not to because he thought it sounded cheesy.
Perhaps it's because we're Irish or ( Read more... )

I hate my mother.
Not because she's bipolar, not because she's a bad mother. But because she's a terrible person. She makes me work hard for a relationship that isn't worth it. She doesn't say goodbye on the phone, she just hangs up when she's had enough. She thinks she knows everything and can't fathom that there are things in this world that I ( Read more... )

The sisters came back from Florida late last night. I picked up two of them. Waiting in my car, with my cell phone beeping at me, telling me to charge it, Lola and I were talking as the two of them tried to locate where I was parked. We kept throwing airline names back and forth--'Korean? Hawaiian? British? United?'--and describing the minivans, ( Read more... )

Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgement ( Read more... )

A Pacific Ocean seabird known as the blue-footed booby pecks at its siblings and pushes them out of the nest to die of starvation while the parents stand idly by.

I got books ( Read more... )

So here's the line that happens to be on the bottom of all the other lines ( Read more... )

I broke and bought my brother starbucks shotglasses ( Read more... )

I used to adore my brother. He was my hero. We loved each other.

Like so:


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