Did you know I was staked in the desert.
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Merge
Three months on, and I still don’t have the words. But I do have the pictures, the whole day off, fingerless gloves and a sleepy dog wedging her head in the base of the roller chair.
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Good Night, Sweet Boy
I consider the calculus, how many steps to the stage, the likelihood of distraction with all the crowd smells and ground noms, what if someone careens into the aisle right on top of him?
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annual xmas feats of strength
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lionsitting
We stirred magic capsules in a cauldron of water till they turned into foam bugs.
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book club with grandpa
I was in a book club this summer with my grandpa. He picked Moby Dick.
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safety and love
I looked for proper dinosaurs to give my niece for her second birthday, but all I could find are battery-operated blinkenlight mech-warrior monstrosities, with guns.
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treevenge
A couple years ago, my dad bought some land up lake country so he can be the Minnesotan that he acts like.
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christmas came!
I launched my first tree, found last summer curbside-sad while on an alley jog through East Isles.
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mississippi megalops
I have a hard time relaxing. Every hour is structured, how else will life and death get done? and when the warm weather comes and wants my sweat, I kinda freak out.
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things don’t always go the way our soulful eyes would have them
Who would have thought you would still have your pride?
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hear hear the new year, sharp and brave
Anna took this picture at dive-bar karaoke. We sang “Pump Up the Jam,” it is the longest song ever, and EMF’s “Unbelievable,” which we mangled. It was stellar, a night to remember, I can do things that are stupid but still scare me. Christmas happened, draining, driving all over groundstorming North Dakota, thinking about Thailand…
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from the vault
2004 wedding reception in the Rutland Town Hall.
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sparkler lady
Chain-lighting sparklers while Mom held back the toddlers, I burned only one boy.
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soo (tres)pass
The family that trespasses together, stays together.
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this how we do
This is what we’re made of, where we came from, what we’re for.
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festive appliance
And yet I am accused of insufficient holiday spirit.
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being a good american
When I first heard months ago that the Republican National Convention would assemble in St. Paul, a tic tore through my body, psychosomatic dread and detestation you’re not welcome don’t you dare shield your faces in my city. Worst, my howled-raw voice and middle fingers wouldn’t be there. I thought about it—taking break from idyllic…
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let the shames begin
Torn at the moment, an eight-year affair, two years divorced but I’m so goddamned close it’s all I can do to keep from crying just wanting to be there.
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limb.o
Hello, internets. I’m backed up on images with words falling into other places, and that’s just fine. April was roaming the seaside. I was in a new temporary neighborhood, with a housesat decrepit cat in a temporary frame of mind, tromping around in Papa Bear’s purple Crocs and watching BBC’s Planet Earth in a pile…
