Author Archives: B.

About B.

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49 to Fifty

Posted on 6 August, 2017

Here I sit in the wake of my 48th year. It’s been a good one, but change is also good (and necessary), and I’ve felt myself straining against the chains that bind for some time now. I think it explains … Continue reading →

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Summertime Blues

Posted on 22 July, 2017

Dear Ryan, I’m missing you a lot today. Well, that implies I don’t miss you every day, which I do. But today it’s hitting a little harder I suppose. Maybe it’s the time of year? I know how much you … Continue reading →

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Random Thought of the Day #1

Posted on 21 July, 2017

I don’t know what sort of Sapphic nightmare landscape vaginas you people have been looking at, but Georgia O’Keeffe’s flower paintings aren’t all that genitalia-ish to me. Now Gustave Courbet’s L’Origine du monde — that’s a vagina.    

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Kwing-Kwuh-Juh-WTF?

Posted on 15 July, 2017

In a little over three weeks I’ll turn FORTY-NINE years old. What. The. Fuck. I remember in my teens thinking 35 was old. And by 50 you were soaking your teeth in a glass nightly and relieving yourself into Depends … Continue reading →

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Bali Is Never the Answer

Posted on 19 June, 2017

I have the attention span of a gnat. I don’t know if it’s ADHD, old age, a sensory processing disorder, or if I just plain don’t give a shit about half the things I should. Trying to pay a handful … Continue reading →

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Sisyphus

Posted on 30 May, 2017

Have you ever heard the story of Sisyphus? It’s one of my favorite Greek tales. The cliff notes go something like this: for the crime of outsmarting death, Hades (god of the underworld) condemns Sisyphus to roll a giant boulder … Continue reading →

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The Chrysalis

Posted on 21 May, 2017

Yesterday marked the two-year anniversary of my son’s death. It was in all ways that matter, the worst of worst days.  Although I will say that for me, as time goes by, his birthdays are sadder. Yesterday was about endings, … Continue reading →

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