Memoir
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The Never Gave Up On Me Teachers
For this week’s Truthful Tuesday, PCGuyIV asks, If you do have any poignant good memories related to school, what are they? And, while I could answer this question in many different ways, I have decided to focus my response on the educators who had a lasting impact on my life — the ones who live… Continue reading
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Unforgiveable?
In active addiction I was a lying full-of-shit liar. Some of you, I’m sure, can relate. Most of the time, my lies were a way of explaining emotions I had little capacity for processing or understanding. On other occasions, they were a means of boosting my non-existent self-esteem. I was a furious anger-ball with a… Continue reading
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In Memoriam: Lessons in Love
Go With the Flow and Then Punch the Jerk Off For my twenty-fifth birthday my entire family went to the Renaissance Festival in Florence. My brothers were twenty-two and twenty-one at the time, and both were excited because they could legally drink beer while snarfing down turkey legs. They also got jacked up by the… Continue reading
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The One That Got Away…
My first crush started in the first grade and lasted the better part of fifteen years. His name was Christopher, and we became fast friends when I punched a boy in the nose for bullying Chris on the playground. (I’ve never been able to abide bullies. To this day, I still intercede when I see… Continue reading
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Racism: It’s All in the Family 🙄
The other day I was having a conversation with a member of my family about my genre studies course — in all things horror (yay!) — coming up this fall; and, I mentioned that my highly qualified professor, who I’m extremely excited about taking the course with, is Diné. “He’s what? Dinah? What the hell… Continue reading