December 2011
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I just arrived back in Cleveland for Christmas...
There are literally 17 prepubescent children running around my house at 9 pm. I counted. This is not an exaggeration. Each of my 6 little siblings decided to have a sleepover tonight. WELCOME HOME, ME!!!
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Anonymous asked: i am promise i am not a prick. but you know that it's 'ditto' and not 'dido' ?
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Inside the collar of my mother’s old raincoat, I feel the red thread stitched into its tag. The polyester fibers against my palm—they transport me to the places that she no longer can. Scenes of our lives passed together, tiny water droplets suspended to form big grey clouds in the corners of my consciousness. My fingers, they read: London Fog.
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An excerpt from my developing novel, THE IRONY OF...
A small rock, which was approximately the shape of a slightly irregular miniature tennis ball (only more rocklike), suddenly scuttled across Dan’s windshield to stir him from his suicidal stupor. Realizing that the light had turned green, Dan dismissed the pebble and prepared to accelerate through the intersection when he heard a faint holler from the opposite side of the street. He paused...
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