The Farm : Part 3 : The End
Sometimes we would climb up in the loft of the bank barn and jump off into the golden piles of scratchy hay, or walk around the edge of the pig […]
The Farm : Part 2
Aunt Penny was a very naturally beautiful woman. Her pale blue eyes sparkled, always with a hint of mischief, and her blonde hair was stamped out of the same DNA […]
The Farm : Part 1
Growing up there was always one constant in my life, and that was The Farm. Aunt Penny, Uncle Wayne, Sonja and Wayne Jr. – or little Wayne as everyone called […]
St. Patrick’s Day, The 24 Hour Bender.
St. Patrick’s Day is a super annoying day to be a recovering alcoholic. I’m not a hater, but seriously, it’s a holiday that is fundamentally a free pass for a […]
Aftermath.
Here’s another fun fact. Mom didn’t have a will. The woman was a financial planner, a fucking CEO, this was the kind of shit she did for a living, yet […]
The Hairy Mess
Good lord I have been writing some depressing shit lately, everyone’s crying in the comment threads. Well, let’s lighten this mother fucker up a bit, shall we? The other morning […]
Acute Myeloid Leukemia : Part 3 : The End
I insisted that my boyfriend, Taggart, go on the trip without me, there was nothing he could do, and after much debate he went. Family and friends were ushered into the room in shifts. It was a river of tears and inexplicable sorrow. It was a blur of doctors and […]
Acute Myeloid Leukemia : Part 2
My breath was hijacked, optimism instantly atrophied, and tears of recognition erupted in endless supply, as once again, disease eclipsed our world. In an all too scientific and rehearsed way, she explained that this was a cancer of the myeloid line of blood cells, characterized by the rapid growth of […]
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