Tag Archives: Marriage

Marriage Laundry

Marriage Laundry

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Sam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…more

Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration

Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration

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We talk about death, what it means to lose, but we don’t know how deep a loss can cut yet.more

This Is Not A Toy!

This Is Not A Toy!

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It’s when Mitch brings her to Barry and Minnie’s 14th Annual Grillin’ & Chillin’ Cookout that Barry begins to covet. A childish craving, the kind that happens when another’s new plaything renders yours boring and lame and obsolete. He takes her in from behind mirrored shades. The way she laughs at their dumb jokes, likemore

Bittermoon

Bittermoon

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Drunk and jealous in an exotic locale, he wonders: “What’s the opposite of a honeymoon?”more

You Don’t Get to Do This

You Don’t Get to Do This

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The thoughts wouldn’t leave her head as Cal left for work on Monday, and when Graham wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her up for a kiss as soon as he walked inside the house.more

Evening Guard

Evening Guard

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I should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.more

Fur

Fur

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The doorbell rang and I stepped outside and bloodied my sheepskin slippers in dead squirrel parts. I saw her Volvo speed off, filling the street with the goosey honking of its horn. I wrapped the squirrel carcass in the ruined doormat and tossed both in the trash. I didn’t know what else to domore

Many Ways to Find Out

Many Ways to Find Out

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I might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.more

The Collected Letters of Gerald Kingsley

The Collected Letters of Gerald Kingsley

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“We work face-to-face, cheek against cheek, arms wrapped around the other’s waist with our hands dipped into reinforced polymer glovesmore