My Dog is Chelsea

My picture’s in the paper, alongside this article in which I accidentally use the word “sprung” in two consecutive sentences. It is an absolute mystery to me how I can read and re-read the same freaking story 13,475 times while it’s still on my computer and not notice such a glitch, and then the second [...]

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A couple of *shitty* stories on Thinlizzy’s and TimsHead’s sites reminded me that I have one of my own.It all started on an early-autumn drive with my younger brother up to Boston a couple of years ago. The plan was that I would drop him off at school, help him unload his crap into his [...]

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At long last, here it is: the story that Uncle Joe has asked me to tell on his behalf. I first heard this tale in Colorado with my family as we enjoyed a nice dinner in memory of my Aunt Barbara. My cousin Marisa, Barbara’s daughter, told the story for Uncle Joe, who didn’t want [...]

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Thank you all for your supportive comments on my last post. I didn’t intend for that story to be as depressing as it may have sounded—and I swear I wasn’t trying to fish for comments. It was one of those late night procrastination tactics (I was putting off writing a cover letter for a job [...]

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Alert: There’s been a slight change in programming. Originally, I was going to post Uncle Joe’s story about his gift giving fiasco BEFORE this story, but this one just sort of poured out of me accidentally, so I guess we’ll have to go with it. It is a story that is in part inspired by [...]

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