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Some weeks we wish for a week of Fridays don’t we?

Undependable co-workers, the unexpected bill, car repairs, inconsiderate drivers… the list goes on.

Some days I breathe a sigh of relief pulling into the driveway never to come out again. 488 more words

The Ubiquitous Iron

Regan Burke, May 2016

When Joe was born, my mother arrived with an iron and ironing board so I could iron the baby’s clothes. My mother, Agnes, went to church at the ironing board. 467 more words

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The Last Four Months

“You’re smart, funny, and pretty, how is it that you’re single?”

 

I spent four months without an episode, no mania, no depression; I was just Chevi, everyday. 606 more words

Creative Non-Fiction

Last Supper

I hurt for my brother so much lately my guts ache. It’s inescapable. Following me wherever I go.

Following me to Oregon and up to its coast, melding with ocean and sky and bliss until I can’t tell where I joy and where I ache. 472 more words

Along The Journey

WHAT SHOULD I FOCUS ON? LOVE OR MONEY?

I really need to get some work done. I have a business to run, bills to pay. I have responsible grown up things to do. I am behind on it all and it’s been that way for some years now. 308 more words

THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF GRACE GORDAN

Dysphoria, Furnace Creek style

Dysphoria. Psychiatric in some sense, but a state of dissatisfaction with life. On the antagonistic side of the spectrum, euphoria exists. Some people would describe it as enlightenment, heaven, finding love, or achieving some sort of happiness. 459 more words

Creative Writing

Things I Saw In the Graveyard

The graveyard is old and some of the graves date back to the 1800s. That is why, on the last day of my vacation, my family and I slip into the cemetery to have a closer look at the graves. 769 more words

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