A few years ago, I submitted this poem to an anthology about your queen and mine, Dolly Parton. It wasn’t selected, but this seems like a good time to share it. Spent…
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marriage an’ stuff
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At our wedding, My Guy and I danced to “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – the Marvin Gaye/Tammi Terrell version. It’s joyful and, perhaps most importantly, it’s short. Hell on earth is…
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I recently posted a photo about Walter the Wonderdoodle and overdoses and Ziploc baggies and vomit. It seems I should clear the air. No, Walter isn’t an addict. But he is an…
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Crawling into bed at 12:01 this morning, Jan. 1, I realized that my elderly dachshund had pooed on the sheets. Not all over the sheets, but he’d done a drive-by wipe on…
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I got dressed today, cleaned my kitchen and did a solid two hours of work. That might be all I have in me. In the last three weeks, my FIL had a…
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Love in the time of corona is the elderly dachshund who just needs to be touching you at all times. Love in the time of corona is not cussing out said dachshund…
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My dad has never taken off his wedding ring. Yard work? Harsh solvents? Vietnam? Nope. He’s had that gold band on for 50 years. I’m more of an on-again, off-again kind of…
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It’s not nice to brag. And it’s not honest to make your life look better online than it really is. But I just have to tell you. I bought this. For six…
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My high school did “Bye Bye Birdie” as our one and only musical. I had a solo called “What did I ever see in him.” It started like this: Eight years, eight…
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Isn’t snow pretty? Generally, it’s pretty until you have to go out in it and then it turns all grey and disgusting and you don’t wear your cute shoes because they’ll get…