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Something Died in the Oven
I’m pretty sure that the oven is a serial killer’s dump site. The temporary home that my parents and I are currently living in is perfectly serviceable. It has a roof and a floor, and it hasn’t burned...
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E-Read My Lips
Dear Smug Lover of “Real” Books, I think you’re an ass-cello. It’s not that you prefer physical copies of books to e-readers. I understand. Physical books are awesome. They have this amazingly crisp,...
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Where There’s Smoke…
You haven’t smelled anything until you get a good whiff of your life going up in smoke. There’s a lot of poison tucked neatly away in our homes that we never think of. When a fire rips through, this...
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You Bring the Ghosts to Life
I visited the body of the house last night. Every day they breathe new life into it: painted color in the cheeks of the shudders, hardwood floors creaking, new and tentative. Wind pushed through the...
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Misty Colored Flannel Memories
Help, I’m embracing nostalgia. I made a promise to myself in my shallow teens that I’d never be one of those adults who were stuck in their favorite decade. It seemed like such an insidious way to date...
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Home Is Where the Homicide Is
Eventually, you’re going to start thinking about designing and building your own house. As an alternative, consider anal surgery while listening to Avril Lavigne. It’s less fuss and will cause you...
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Before and After
Tomorrow, my mother and I are going to the nearly-rebuilt house with buckets and mops and rags, and we are going to clean. The floor is streaked by dirt and paint and dust; it is so new that we must...
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Newsflash: My Life Sucks 45.32% Less Than Yesterday
We had a crazy weekend, but not the sort that ends in tattoos, STDs and self-recrimination (I’ll work on delivering that next weekend at my cousin’s Atlanta wedding). Saturday started early and bleak....
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Is That You, Bed?: Looking for a New Bed and Why It Sends Me into Palpitations
Last July, all my “real” furniture burned in a house fire which claimed the entirety of my parents’ home. They lost everything. I lost scraps. On the whole, I wince over everything of mine that was...
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On Accumulating Stuff and My Zen Thoughts of the Day.
This weekend was a dust-covered, sweaty, mash-your-fingers-in-a-door-jam mess. The insurance company delivered about 30 cardboard boxes of cleaned items that had been pulled from our collapsing house...
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