Tag: #hothusband
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Everything in New Orleans is a good idea
Another new state, another new city. The Reeds keep the moving trucks rolling. It’s been what? A month? 6 weeks? No matter the time, the city of New Orleans is grabbing hold—tightly with her dirty, gritty, unwashed hands. Everything Norfolk wasn’t, New Orleans is. A soul, a heart, and a filthy mind. Oh, thank god for…
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What did we do? It’s a puppy.
I never birthed a child. My stepson came to me at the delightful age of potty-trained, able to feed himself, and with the capability to use words to ask for things. This pleased me. I never owned a puppy. Iona was two, Henry was aged, and Max was, well Max was some age of fucked-up…
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You can call me Oy.
I am obviously not the first dog in this rodeo. I am not even the first corgi. These people seem to get me. They also seem to get me confused with the thing they call the Max. And then there is THE IONA. Yeah, that’s the Queen corgi. Apparently she was pretty awesome as the Lady…
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It’s Monday: a new week, a new year
I woke up this morning with three extra pounds of holiday cheer. My hot husband calls his the Christmas wreath. I’d made it to Hawaii and back with nary a gain. We’d run almost every day and the indulgences, while many, came in controllable doses. Christmas, New Year’s, and New York gave their pound of flesh. …
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Coffeeshop, Honey Pot
The couple in the corner is in a hard discussion. “Girl, you need to get out,” she spews. “Don’t be a stereotype! Don’t push out another perfect child to complete his perfect little life.” And then with an air kiss and a wave, he is gone. She sinks deeper in her contemplation and orders more…
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Wenches throwing wrenches
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m always throwing wrenches in our life.” “Never apologize,” says he. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with that has her own wrenches to throw.” Too many houses, too many cities. Norfolk, Nashville, Norfolk, New Orleans. All our cities start with ‘N’. Clank, clank bangs the wrench. Clank. Live alone…
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Why my happiness may matter to you (part 1)
There it is. It happens before you have a chance to think about it, to process it, to understand. You react without intention. But there it is. Sliding across your social feed is another smiling face, a giddy memory, a bright flash of someone else’s happy life. A quick snap, “Really, again?” A fleeting thought, “I hate her.” A bitter…
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Go On With Your Bad Self
I slept in this morning. I did not go to the gym. My lipstick is too bright and I like it. My dress is too short and that is good. My husband adores me. My hair is straight. Sometimes it is awesome to wear silver and gold together. I like today. I am thinking about…
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Octavia, you bitch
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, “Oh there you are! I’ve been looking for you.” ~ Anonymous What the fuck did you do to me? ~ Sarah Ok, so perhaps we’ve talked about a threesome. And this would be the perfect weekend, right? It’s Valentine’s Day! It’s the anniversary of…
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