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me talk pretty one day

It’s a big bookstore, the last of those places with the comfortable feeling of a place where it’s ok just to hang out. we go our separate ways once we’re inside. I loiter around the staff picks, trying out pages … Continue reading

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goodbyes are hard

He’s waiting for me in the parking lot, like he has faithfully done for 30 years. I have owned three cars in my life: an old Chevy Vega that got me through high school, a 1978 Honda that got me … Continue reading

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Life is funny, part 376

We’re driving in downtown Mesa. It’s 8 p.m. Tuesday, the day after Christmas. We’re navigating the barricades in a construction zone when the flashing lights come on behind us. I keep going, thinking maybe it’s not for me. Then he … Continue reading

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just another morning conversation, part 72

mo: I can’t find my phone. Can you call it? me, mostly asleep: OK. As it turns out, I”m sitting on it. The phone’s joy buzzer sends me flying 3 feet in the air, and I scream like a little … Continue reading

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i wonder if jesus has a ponytail now

mo: look at this painting of jesus. me: wow. he’s a handsome devil. i hope hell has mexican food. i bet the enchies have onions.

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just another morning conversation, part 71

mo: When we started out as a couple, you always made the coffee. me: That was only to get you to sleep with me. note to self: don’t talk in the morning till after you’ve had coffee.

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living with an artist, part 16

The best part about living with an artist? The constantly evolving gallery 6 feet away from me. Plus really good coffee. OK, mostly that second one. But still.

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