Animal Style

Regardless of religion or politics, I think we can all agree that humans are animals. I’m not saying we evolved from chimps. I’m simply saying we are alive. We have to eat and shit to stay alive. We have body hair. Sometimes we don’t smell good. When we strip away our brand names, electronic devices, […]

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This might tickle, Toaster.

(before) I haven’t spent more than twenty dollars on an item of clothing since 2008. Or even before that. Or pretty much ever. I think my prom dress was $300, and I still feel guilty about it (Sorry, Mom). I’m not thrifty because I’m writing a clever book on saving money. I don’t have a […]

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Your momma is so famous, she’s on a stage in NY (which is where Broadway is)

There’s something weird about mother-daughter relationships. Daughters often say they don’t want to be like their mothers. Mothers often cultivate an obsession with buying their daughters clothing from Kohl’s. There are usually fights. Sometimes eye rolls. Plenty of complaining. My theory is that both moms and daughters live on the fence: Daughters want their moms […]

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Auntie Bev

My great aunt died last week. Beverly Jean Gedda Harper. She was an observer. A quiet smiler. A believer. I didn’t see her too often, but I wish I had. She was a peaceful keeper of so many answers I didn’t even know I wanted. Her husband and her brother died in a camping accident. […]

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A red carpet body

I don’t know how a writer knows when she’s reached the pinnacle of her career, but I’m pretty sure I have. I have written what some might call an opus, what others might call an embarrassment, and what most might call… an infomercial. Yeah. I have. At my current place of freelance work, I was […]

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