Joe

I grew up with a guy named Joe. We had Art class together.  He was younger than I was.  He was cute.  We were both shy. Our relationship was never like that.  Artists have a way of being able to connect with each other when they cannot connect with others.  Joe's sister, Tracy, was in …

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A Very Short Story About The Little Brother Who Loves His Big Brother (and tries to hang on his every word ;) ) …And the Vast Difference Between 18 and 9

I was washing my face last night when The Baby walked (a little sulkily) into the bathroom, but obviously with some news he needed to share with me. I asked him what was up.  He announced to me that one of Mini Me's favorite musician's had died, and he asked me if I already knew …

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Heartsick, With A Month To Go…

Wednesday, it will be a mere month away. We will take Mini Me to college on August 20. Part of me would like to lock him in the dog crate. He would fit.