Category Archives: love
Love should hurt, no?
In a (probably misguided) attempt at bringing some culture to the conversations at work, I convinced Hubbette #3 that she needed to read some of the classics. Well…listen to, at least. Since most of the Hubbettes (most everyone in the … Continue reading
Flood *11* or How I became a hoarder
Many years ago, I decided to see a therapist. See how innocuous a statement like that can seem? I DECIDEd to SEE a therapist. It sounds less crazy than the alternative explanation; my unbalanced loco ass went off my rocker … Continue reading
I dream of you.
I dream of you. I’ve always dreamed of you it seems. These dreams are so sharp and clear that I wake into a world that feels more false than the one I have returned from. I flounder in this reality, … Continue reading
file under: Book of Betty, Sunday Morning/Perfection
I spent the morning listening to records with the boy. If you look in the Book of Betty under: Sunday Morning/Perfection there would be a picture of this morning on that page. This is what that picture would contain: We … Continue reading
Monster on the weekdays
Perhaps we should chalk this up as a failed experiment in domesticity. I speak of “Our Family” as if it is a sacred thing. He does not say the words “our family” when he speaks of us. He does not … Continue reading
Filed under dating, love, misc thoughts, pictoblog
cherry blossom tree.
in the first blushing weeks of our romance, we made love under a cherry blossom tree in full bloom; it was mid day, spring wavered throughout the week teasing us with its warmth, and burst forth on that day bringing … Continue reading
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red balloons
I saw a red balloon trapped in the virescent arms of an elm tree residing over my front yard today and I thought of you. I saw a red balloon today with it’s string still attached like an umbilical cord … Continue reading
I can make a mess like nobody’s business
I always fall in love with selfish boys. Maybe I’m trying to hide something about myself. There’s a certain grace in being the right one, the lover’s martyr, hung by my wrists with their egoistic deeds. You say that you … Continue reading
wrists are flaring, kids are stealin’ – at least the sun is shining
The weather in the Midwest has one constant: you never know what to expect. One day this weekend it was fifty degrees. This morning it was nearly eighty. I go from skulking indoors to sitting on my front porch with … Continue reading
what’s the haps, yo? (cauz I gotta keep up with the times)
Could someone please please explain to me why it is that I have to make everything in life so damned difficult? Really. Because I’d love to know. I had a wonderful weekend – worked one day and spent the rest … Continue reading
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