So, yes. Today is Valentine’s Day. A so-called holiday geared toward spending tons of money to prove your love, affection and feelings. If you can’t tell, I am not a huge fan of today. 1,149 more words
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My mother’s husband’s brother dies and the news comes late at night. The brother he hated, if we’re being honest, they were never close.
But it doesn’t matter because the result is the same, because it could be anything– a scratched bumper, a crooked picture, a contrary opinion, an eye roll, a burnt meal– that sets him screaming and destructive, punching walls and breaking crockery and throwing himself downstairs and into plate glass, threatening lives and violence like breathing. 160 more words
Lotta talk about “revenge tours” lately, huh. Especially ones that, for some unknown but surely principled reason, conveniently start just after week one’s final whistle. (Remember when Notre Dame beat Michigan in a game of American football in the year of our Lord 2018? 492 more words
Our memory is a powerful tool that assists in our pursuit of happiness; preventing accidents, mistakes and reminding us daily, that we are human. Memory can also be a rehashing of the most horrendous experience of our lives, relentlessly replayed, over and over again. 1,892 more words