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My Crazy Dream

I had a dream in April, the night before Caesar’s accident. I wasn’t going to write about it because, well, it’s out there. I mean really really out there…

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The White Vase: A Love Letter

It was a slender, white vase that held exactly two daisies from a department store I’ve long forgotten. And for the past year, it has taken up a small footprint on the vanity I do not use but like to look at. It has added a feminine touch to my heaps of books and haphazard compositions that collect next to it, and I must say that it has done a good job of making me appear a bit more refined, a bit more like a grownup…

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On Finding the Courage to Write

I’ve been thinking a lot lately—as if that’s something new… Anyway, I’ve been thinking about writing and what exactly it is that makes the writers I love so great. Why do they get under my skin? How do they get me to carry them around in my heart pocket, as if they have actually pulled up a seat at my breakfast table to sip on offensively strong coffee with me?

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Light Up the Dark

There are two things we humans do when we truly realize the heaviness of life for the first time: We run and duck and cover and drink and get really really busy because life is hard, unfortunate, and tragic…OR… We learn to live wide open and vulnerable and sober and we get busy living because life is hard, unfortunate, and tragic…