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Chillin in Paradise
A few years ago I asked Max what he’s been up to, I can’t remember if it was in a dream or just in my head. But I remember that he answered, “Just chillin.” He sounded relaxed and content. Today … Continue reading
It’s Lesbian Stick Time! Christmas 2019
Let us all follow the Christmas tradition* of reading The Story of the Lesbian Stick. ~ * Heartfelt atheist blessings to all you people who come here and especially you special ones who have given me so much. xo
Happy Birthday To Max
Max loved butter. It started with toast, which turned into Toast Parties, meaning a a large quantity of buttered toast eaten in one sitting. Bread was merely a vehicle for butter, he told us. Then what’s the butter knife? his … Continue reading
Oh My God, What an Awful Year!
Maybe if you aren’t American, 2017 was about something other than Donald Trump. I can barely imagine that. Here in the US, we wake up every morning in a state of dread. What did he do now? Who has he … Continue reading
Posted in Disorders, Horrible Stuff, News, Rants
Tagged Donald Trump, Max, politics, Religion
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Autopsy, Seven Years In
The second time Max killed himself it was too surreal to take in. He was lying in his bed with one knee up and his headphones in his right hand, next to his IPod. When he wouldn’t wake up, I … Continue reading
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
The Famous Writer
Late in 2012, I became Facebook friends with a famous writer. I considered him one of the most talented writers around, a truly unique and brilliant voice. His novels are dark and disturbing but also hilarious. He not only accepted … Continue reading
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
Posted in Fashion, grief, Horrible Stuff
Tagged depression, Max, philosophy, shoes, sons
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Amanda Palmer and My Nose
Last night I went to see Amanda Palmer, aware that I might feel emotional, since Max loved Amanda and introduced me to The Dresden Dolls in the fist place. I couldn’t get as close to the stage as I’d hoped, … Continue reading
I Hope to Dance Again Some Day
Community gardens in all of New York City’s five boroughs, many begun in the late 60’s and early 70’s, were the product of grass-roots activism. Residents who were unwilling to wait for the city to clean up abandoned lots, moved … Continue reading