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Powerless
There is nothing worse than feeling powerless. Mothers always believe they have the power to make things okay for their children. If they scrape a knee, you know how to make it better. If they have a fever, you know … Continue reading
The End of Decadence
Here is a photo posted on a popular style blog today. The others in the series were NSFW. The handful of comments were enthusiastic. A light finally went on in my head. It’s the fucking decadence that I hate! Not … Continue reading
Trash Truck
When Max was little, he used to love trucks. He was especially fond of trash trucks, which weren’t automated in those days. The trash man had to pick up the cans and empty them into the truck. The whole operation … Continue reading
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This is My Process
First I blamed the feckless girlfriend. Then I blamed the pain doctor for prescribing all those opiates. Then I blamed myself for not hiding them better. Then I blamed the doctor who told him to amputate his leg. Then I … Continue reading
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Ode to Summer
Summer Adeline is a cool girl who I never met until she made me a necklace with a locket for Max’s hair. I only knew her from her website and some blog comments but I had a feeling that she … Continue reading
Personal vs Political
The poor boy who jumped off a bridge has captured the public imagination, and it’s easy to see why. For me, it has triggered symptoms of PTSD that are never far from the surface at the best of times. The … Continue reading
Please Don’t Jump
“Suicide is not a rational act. It is an act of desperation, carried out after a monumental struggle.“ If only we could all form a safety net for those who can’t see a way out of their suffering! Please Don’t … Continue reading
Unrivaled Beauty
Max loved Laetitia Casta and considered her his ideal of female beauty (after Brigitte Bardo.) Seeing these pictures yesterday, I had to agree. I’m posting these photos for you, Max. You always had such great taste! You know how much … Continue reading
How Dare I Keep Going
All my devoted trolls are demanding that I go away and mourn. But the problem is, there’s no way to implement this. Mourning isn’t a thing you do in a black dress. Maybe they want me to spend all day … Continue reading