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  • Dear Blueberry

    Dear Blueberry, Greetings and salutations! Welcome to the start of becoming a person! We are busting out the tea cups, baking the crumpets and icing the cupcakes. We will throw open the sashes and beat the mattresses in anticipation of your arrival! Please allow me...
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  • Power to the people!

    When I was the small child of teenage parents, I would run around with my arms in the air fists pounding declaring “Power to the People!” My parents found hilarity in having a 3-year-old be their personal beacon for change in the early post Vietnam...
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  • They All Fall Down

    It was a brutal summer day. The heat had become oppressive. The kind of hot that no matter how hard an air conditioner clanked it was pointless. The relief of cool air was merely felt for a moment before your skin would crawl with droplets...
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  • My sister, my kindred spirit

    I remember clearly peering into the crib at the doll sized child my mother had brought home from the hospital. Heather was a lovely baby. She was picture perfect.  Her skin was porcelain. Her lips were shaped like a little heart colored in sweet  rose petal pink. My...
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  • You will always be my girl

    The swing It was hot. You could almost see the heat hanging in the air as the sun blared down upon the sticky tar of the tenement driveway. They were in the limited shade. She was perched upon a makeshift swing that hung from the...
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  • Not just another pair of hot tits

    Grabbed your attention didn’t I? The hot topic bouncing around in my over-stimulated brain: my hot tits. I have to tell you they are, in fact, a lovely pair. At the ripe old age of 41, they’re still pretty much up where they belong. Being...
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  • The Boys of summer

    Every year I wait in anticipation as the last smidge of snow melts away. I rejoice while everyone else cries about an hour of lost sleep. I spring forward cheerfully as the wet earthy smell of spring permeates the air. The time is nigh! Baseball...
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  • I got fat

    I got fat. I can almost hear the gasps echoing throughout the online community.  We’re so afraid to say that word. “Oh, no, sweetie, you’re not fat!” I had hit 280 pounds – at 5′ 8.75″, that’s considered obese, albeit not morbidly obese – but obese just the same....
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  • Hipster Chick

    I am a hipster! I cut my hair into a blunt shoulder length bob in 1991, slapped a bottle of red hair dye on the boring brown hair generated from my DNA pool and fell into a love affair with leggings and flannel shirts. I’ve...
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