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The Real Little Mermaid Kills Herself
December 18, 2019
Slowly but surely, I’m learning the importance of titles, and how they’re the initial hook for your story. This title is a spoiler. But if you didn’t know the original ending to “The Little Mermaid,” first published in 1831,that’s on you. Most original Disney movies are based on old fairy tales, that are usually extremely
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Why Is It Good (Part II)
December 10, 2019
The violin is my favorite instrument, and no, not because I once briefly played it (to say I “played” the violin would be generous). In elementary school in our school system, kids were assigned an instrument to learn that they would then continue into middle school for band or orchestra. Choosing an instrument wasn’t
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Why Is It Good (Part I)
December 8, 2019
In middle school, the music teacher/choir instructor was this ridiculously sweet woman, Mrs. K. Just to give you an idea of her kindness, one time, in music class, one of my best friends and neighbor, Wesley, was nodding off at his desk. Mrs. K called on him, asking if he was okay. Wesley, a fair
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Kidnapping & Beds
November 25, 2019
I know that title sounds dirty, if not disturbing. This won’t be (well… maybe a little? I don’t know I can’t tell what people find disturbing anymore). However, if something is especially dark (or especially sexual), I usually caution my family not to read, which, of course, they don’t listen and then tell me I
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Going To School Like This
November 18, 2019
In the continuing tales of my youth, comes a memory of laughing in the face of dread. While I was a good student, I didn’t much care for going to school. Often, at the end of summer vacations, I sobbed (quietly, as you’d be mocked for crying) in my bed clutching a stuffed baby seal
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E.C.M.
November 11, 2019
One of the questions often asked in therapy is what is your earliest childhood memory. Now, the memory is not such a reliable thing. All of our memories are tailored and twisted. Almost none of our memories are 100% how anything happened. Ask any cop how reliable eye witness testimony is (spoiler alert: terrible). So
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I Love Lamp
November 5, 2019
You may or may not recall some weeks ago I published a blog called, “I May Need Your Help.” This was a literal cry for help, but not in a desperate, dire nor even cry for attention. In fact, (as strange as this may seem) I try to water down some of my more depressive
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Your Apocalypse Tour Guide, Palminteri
October 27, 2019
You’re running. Running. Through a field. But you can’t remember where you are. Where you came from. What you’re running away from. You know nothing about the now, except for a message on your arm. A bloody message, scratched into your left forearm that says, “DON’T STOP. KEEP RUNNING.” It stings. You wished you remembered
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You Look Like You Want To Say Something
October 21, 2019
There are few things that impress me more about a human than an extensive vocabulary. Though I wouldn’t consider myself a full sapiosexual (not that I consider myself fully anything), no matter how attractive you are physically or kind you are, my interest in a person (in general, as a mentor, a peer, a friend,
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Wet Wetsuit
October 15, 2019
“ARE YOU LEAVING SOON?” A woman says with poor attitude, middle aged, on the plump side who’s been stopped in front of my parking spot in a small parking lot in Long Beach where I am taking off my wetsuit. This was spring time when the air was warming up but the water was still
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