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Category: Housekeeping
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If someone uses the phrase "safe as houses," think twice before you accept their invitation to come around for tea. Houses are portals to places we've never been, and would do well to traverse with care. Is it hospitality or the promise of the unknown that propels us to cross the threshold as we stand…
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The light is diffused where you sit; off days spent pondering a smoky room. Why aren't you running out of the building, screaming FIRE! FIRE!? If it weren't for the Dead End advice Leoni gave me, I'd have believed all this time you were the Zeitgeist Master. What a disaster that would've been. I'm sick of…
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H-ville's strung with Christmas bulbs way before the wishbone's snapped. And the hottest floor show begins at 7:00 on Falcon View Lane. Mrs. Stephens shakes her good frame from the second-story window of a mock-Tudor. She knows where the light falls best to caress her curves. By the way, neighbor Gary's got ageusia and still…
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Today's thoughts are about shoes and how we wear them tight. Or too big. Sometimes not at all. But we sure don't like to put them on when challenged to walk a mile in somebody else's kicks. A few steps taken as someone "less" or "other than" is–let's be honest here–an affront to my everloving…
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Maya earned a college degree, damn it! Ralph and the kids didn't give a second thought to Mom's intellect. They just needed her to make their lives a little less of a hassle. For instance, Maya knew how to separate the laundry. She'd happily tell them all cold water worked for most things. Maya dreamed…
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just stop and think for a moment about that moment when all the forces of the universe converged inside one bleary eyed thought while watching some old b&w costume drama after a week of very very little sleep and the kids stopped with the crying but the milk went bad and there was not a…
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Mae's walls closed in on her, Fred, the shelves filled with dusty tchotchke. Golden age turned lovers and objects into death traps. She needed to speak. It'd been years since Mae had anything to say. She'd long ago hung her heart on the wall in a nice Certificate of Achievement-sized frame. It had the most…
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What Edwina did was write a 19th century-style novel praising the CTW and readers never noticed or didn't care. The easily impressed and highly enthusiastic masses cried: This book is amazing! However, when one's main character is emotionally dependent on others, intellectually incurious, and ill-equipped to think critically, we may as well root for the…
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Shit blocks our sight lineschoke on a thought you forgotdare to tear my heart.Then comes the hard partconstruction ruins the viewI speak one true word.We move with the herdhome is more an attitudeshoved inside a box.
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There was the acid reflux and allergic reaction to casein. A cartilage-deficient left knee and pinched muscles in the small of her back. Karen Rainey was a wreck. But a sacrifice had to be made. Bills don't much care if one's body has turned against her. Karen had no choice but to climb aboard the…
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