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Can You Hear Me Now?

  I’ve suffered a string of dreams by night now for weeks that seem to have a common theme.  I’m arguing furiously.  I’m shouting to the point where shouting has never been louder.  I’m in the process of accomplishing something and someone stands in my way.  No matter how I phrase myself, they still don’t … Continue reading

The Sunburn of Spring

  The anticipation of that first season of the year is strong in the north.  Sick of snow and the death of trees murdered by wind storm, we start by peeling off layers of thick clothes, heavy boots, and book our summer campsites.  There is no retirement party for winter although our ice carving festivals, … Continue reading

The Grand Gendering of Life’s Activites

The satisfaction I felt this morning installing a printer driver on my Linux run laptop flowed through me like a champagne waterfall at a Kardashian wedding.  I had purchased a brand new laser printer just the day before with my own money and had carried the awkward beast to my car by myself, and then … Continue reading

Theft By Living

Recently, I hunted down my childhood home on Google maps.  I didn’t recognize it at first as nearly every single stitch of shrubbery, several trees, and all gardens had been stripped from the property.  The building appeared pretty much the same but without the accents of living breathing plant material, it seemed alien and strange. … Continue reading

Better Not Read

  If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.  –Lao Tzu In my undergrad studies, I was obsessed with the Holocaust.  The very first class I signed up for was an overview of the Holocaust that met on Sunday afternoons at my local community college.  I was 18 years … Continue reading

Lies and Expectation

From the time we are born, people speculate on our future. “This baby genius is going to Harvard!” Often, the ambition is much grander than we are. All children are asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A very open-ended question, especially considering the fact that some of us grow up … Continue reading

Imaginary Me

I find mysef building identity by the things I buy, a truly capitalist way of life.  Fair trade organic coffee, iPhone, online thrift store shoes, fresh flowers, gluten free this and that, recycled toilet paper, ad nauseaum. I’m a bit of a hipster dick despite living in a small depressed farm town.  I remember feeling … Continue reading

Midnight Ride

The branches are dark against the sky and muddy patches of dead grass are exposing themselves beneath the weight of winter’s ice and snow. We are on the dawn of Spring and light rain is falling in Michigan. I am on a path of new beginnings myself as I prepare to start a new job … Continue reading

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