Tag Archives: Irregular Choice

Atomic

1. Deanna Clutch  2. Hotty Dress  3. Double Triangle Earrings  4. Birdie Booty When we were small, my sister and I received an inheritance. A woman in our parish died suddenly from an anuerysm, and, having no family, her belongings … Continue reading

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The Sound of Silence

1. Zamora Dress 2. Triple Triangle Dangle Earrings 3. Tie Waist Coat 4. Frisco Handbag 5. Summer Bucket Imagine how much more smoothly everything would go without language jumping in the way all the time and complicating things. Scientific fields … Continue reading

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So Fresh and So Clean Clean

Have you ever thought about how great it would be to be a snake for a little while? Not in general or anything. Most aspects of being a snake are a little bit pathetic and kind of horrifying. You unhinge … Continue reading

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Jackson

It’s like peeling off a scab, like sweeping under the bed, like washing that man right out of your hair and throwing his old shirt that you’ve been sleeping with into the dumpster, like taking his picture out of its … Continue reading

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Raspberry Fields Forever

Here’s a cute shoe. Right?  Very very cute.  I thought this was an OK shoe when I saw it in black at the trade show.  I picked it up and said, “Oh, cute,” and then Karen said, “Yeah, cute,” and … Continue reading

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The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing

“The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing” is a set of lyrics that Thomas Moore wrote for the old Irish air Pease Upon a Trencher.  It describes a young man’s plight as he finds himself, despite his feeble attempts to resist, … Continue reading

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But, Oh… Those summer nights.

It’s a grim day at Modern Love.  The January trickle of customers has slowed to an apathetic drip, mirroring the droplets of grimy slush that lecherously caress the smooth cheeks of our window panes, soiling even the view onto the … Continue reading

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