July 2021
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You know, people are scared of motorcycle clubs. You pull up at Kum and Go and the parking lot is full of bikers. Leather chaps and vests. Coats with a myriad of colorful patches that are full of skulls and knives. Bandannas and chains. Heavy black boots that make all of the bikers similar in…
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It’s almost here. That day I mark each month. The utterance of that number for any reason…. Seventeen cents, pleaseShe’s seventeen nowI caught seventeen mice (That last one would trigger anyone…I know) That number has become a hangnail. It brings sorrow and black butterflies in my belly and the sound of it, when called out…
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It’s July 6th. I made it. We made it. We didn’t just skin by, either. We nailed it. Like on Pinterest. I get more upset as each milestone hits for me and Kade. It’s funny, you raise a child and each thing they accomplish is celebrated. First laugh, first step, first days of school, graduation,…
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