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I look at Mr. Trucker and smile really big and beg in my sweetest, most desperate voice. “Please…we need the ride.” We had been sitting at that damn truck stop drinking the same oily cup of coffee for hours. The cranky waitress smelled of Aqua Net and cigarettes and was suspicious of us from the […]
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Tags: Bipolar, Essays
Bryan leaned over me all lanky and proud. “I know where you can get some free soup if ya want. Hungry?” “Yea, but I’m looking to bolt.” “Where ya going?” he asked. “Texas. Some hippie Rainbow gathering. I’m gonna hook up with some people there,” I said. “That’s a lot of road to be hitting […]
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Tags: Essays, hitchiking, Texas
I’ll tell him I’ll be good company. I’ll help him stay awake if he lets me hitch a ride through Texas. He looks me over with his narrow, black eyes as if I’m a prized horse and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t need no company and besides,” he points over to Bryan, “Whose he?” […]
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Tags: hitchiking, truckers
Trader Joe’s Train Wreck
The lady was standing in front of me, waiting with a chocolate bar and a sickly, green smoothie at the counter. She was nervous and clumsy, bumping into the check-out, laughing oddly to herself. She was chatty, but plain: a tall, thin middle-age woman in a tight ski jacket and khaki pants. Her hair was […]
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Tags: Relapse, Trader Joe
Cigarettes and Suitors
I love a smoke after a leisurely, Sunday bike ride with a new suitor.
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Tags: Biking, Smoking Postcards
I’m supposed to audition today, to stand and grind on a stage that makes me think of baked goods and pot roast. I am supposed to knowingly, seductively slip my body around a metal support beam as thick as a tree trunk. I’ve always been afraid to look at myself naked, hiding underneath sheets and […]
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Tags: Bipolar, Michigan
An electric blue thong is wadded up near the sink, near the powdery eye shadows and tubes of lipstick. A cigarette burns in a tin tray, but no one is here to claim it. The ash grows long and slender, the paper near the filter browning and fading. Mandy smashes it out. “God damn it, […]
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Tags: Bipolar, Michigan
“Writers are always selling somebody out.“ Joan Didion Yesterday, a talented writer took her blog down. Her writing was fearless and raw, mixed-up and confused. She wrote about living with mental illness in an unflinching way. Sometimes, it was so real, hit so many nerves I wanted to look away. That’s how good it was. […]
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Tags: Consequences, Fear, Mental Health, Truth in Nonfiction
What's Broken 