Category Archives: grief

Poor Little Bear

I have been too sad lately. Too sad to stay awake and too sad to live. It comes and goes. When it doesn’t go, I get worried and even more despondent. It’s something to do with my genes and my … Continue reading

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Shot In The Face

Today we were waiting in line at our neighborhood Pollo Loco and the line wasn’t moving. I saw that the guy giving his order at the cash register was gesticulating impatiently. Something was up. The guy was raising his voice … Continue reading

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When Your Kid Breaks Up With You

So you’re going along being a mom, and you think it’s permanent, because, you know, but then all of a sudden he or she decides it’s over. He or she refers to you as a “biological mother” and pretty much … Continue reading

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Six Years In

I went to the cemetery today to mark another year. It’s the most barren, godforsaken cemetery you could imagine. Across the way, there are great big headstones and grass, with benches to sit on. On our side, the side for … Continue reading

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My Prince

I thought of him as my own Prince, the voice I danced to in my living room when nobody I knew liked Dirty Mind except for me. On New Year’s Eve at the close of 1998, we went to an … Continue reading

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Turning to hate. Want to join me? Continue reading

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First World Problems

Let me start by telling you how mad I am that I can’t have a pair of limited edition Converse sneakers with little lions on them. I wish I’d never seen these fucking shoes but unfortunately for me, I subscribe … Continue reading

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Bad Therapist

Once upon a time, Max went to a residential rehab where we hoped he would finally be saved from his addiction. There, he was assigned a therapist who was working toward his MFT license. Lawrence was a nice guy who … Continue reading

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Window Blinds: A Fight To The Death

We are moving box by box, until Monday when the moving truck comes to take the big stuff.  The new house is nice, and a neighbor from across the street gave us a bottle of wine and some cookies to … Continue reading

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And Now I’m A Fucking Midget

I’m sad to say that Pico is gone, as you might have predicted. Life seemed so miserable for him. I will blame myself for making the call, because I don’t know how long he would have lasted, despite the chronic … Continue reading

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