May 7, 2010
I have a homeless Uncle. He also, as it so happens, is a writer; of sorts. It makes being a writer a difficult thing for one to embrace, this having of the crazed-homeless-writer-Uncle. (Please, no, ‘I’m so sorry about your Uncle’ business. He’s been homeless as long as I can remember, will continue to be [...]
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April 20, 2010
My mother and I do not have the very best of relationships. Fine, we have a horrid relationship. And worse, I’m not even sure she knows it. It is, for the most part, incredibly dysfunctional and steeped in decades of perpetuated wrongs, communicative failures and, well, pure unbridled hate.
Even after having [...]
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