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I Cannot Raise the Dead

The truth is something you already knew deep in your own bones: Your ship is sinking. The life you lived before is the life you live no longer. Your life feels like a funeral, because there is part of you that is actually dying.”

Jonathan Martin How to Survive a Shipwreck

Joe arrived at my door dressed in khakis and a black polo shirt with the Mayflower logo.  Continue reading “I Cannot Raise the Dead”

This will not end well.

We met in a bar after midnight. Continue reading “This will not end well.”

F*n

I was speeding down the freeway, headed to a go-kart driving, laser-tag shooting, pizza place explosion of preteen entertainment. I was late. I was ambivalent. Continue reading “F*n”

You Do You.

“We haven’t talked in a while.” Continue reading “You Do You.”

How will I wait?

March is full of longing in Michigan. Continue reading “How will I wait?”

Intercourse

We were standing in the driveway on the first night of the Pure Heart women’s study. Continue reading “Intercourse”

Am I a Friend?

Friend? I would be less than honest if I didn’t say that the word “friend” provokes both terror and tenderness in my heart. Continue reading “Am I a Friend?”

Old Same

Do you ever look across a restaurant in envy at a beautiful pair of women, whose heads are bent close, either laughing or maybe listening attentively to each other? Continue reading “Old Same”

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