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I’m not a lucky kind of person.

When I was younger, I used to go to Foxwoods to play BINGO quite often.

I loved the whole experience of it – waiting in line to get my cards, then going over to the two-dollar dobber store and picking out which color I wanted (usually pink or green), and then finding a place to sit in the massive room that had a haze of cigarette smoke hanging above everyone’s head.

My friend(s) and I would set up somewhere and then look around and make fun of all the people who brought entire … Read the rest

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“All I’ve ever wanted is to be a writer” is a sentence I’m sure I and many other writers have uttered throughout life, and it’s true but also not true.

There was a time in childhood when I watched the movie SpaceCamp over and over and over again and then was taken to the Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C. where I doubled down on my dream.

I took home posters of the Milky Way and a Space Shuttle pointing at the sky, its bottom engulfed in the flames from the rockets about to take them away.

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I have been feeling awful lately.

Since I had COVID-19 for the third time in December of 2022, my body has not been the same.

I have a running list of symptoms that I’ve been dealing with since then:

  • Fatigue
  • Brain Fog
  • Joint Pain (worse than usual)
  • Hot flashes
  • Heat intolerance
  • Constant dry mouth
  • Sleep Apnea
  • Hyperparathyroidism
  • Iron Deficiency Anemia
  • B-12 deficiency
  • Neuropathy
  • Depression (worse than usual)
  • Anxiety (worse than usual)
  • Forgetfulness/memory issues
  • High blood pressure
  • Tachycardia
  • swelling in the feet and ankles
  • and did I mention the oppressive, crushing, painful, and relentless fatigue?

I just had a nuclear stress … Read the rest

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When I met Bobby I had been single for a long time.

I hadn’t gone on a date in about four years, and I had lost all confidence in myself, both emotionally and physically.

Every once in a while, usually when we’re fighting, he brings up the fact that when we met, I was doing intense EMDR therapy to, as he says, “get over” my ex.

It’s not getting over my exes that is the problem – they’re all gone for a reason.

Getting over the way things had ended was the issue.

I was stunned by it; it was … Read the rest

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Three moons in various shades of red on a black background.
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the pressure has always been high
in our imperfectly perfect relationship –
sometimes it felt like it would only take
the smallest little poke to make
this whole thing fall to pieces

but i feel your love in my artieries
pumping into my heart, and then out
farther – we would live forever
if we covered the whole world
with all the love that’s in our veins

Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo edited by me in Canva

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The plane ticket would be $347, one way
The bedroom would be small and uncomfortable
The significant other would be annoying
There may be the possibility of
encountering wild boar, again.

But I miss you
and (if I could)
I’d pay any price
to see your smile
to hear your laugh
and just be with you
doing absolutely nothing
just like those days we always used to love.

Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo by me

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Woman standing and covering her face with her hand like she's upset about something and doesn't want to face it
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I should be able
to stand behind you,
feeling your strength
as you defend us til death

I should be able
to fall to pieces and
feel nothing but the comfort
of the promise that you’ll stay

Instead, I cower and wonder
what fresh hell
you’ll bring to me next,
packaged up with
a tag that says “love”

Instead, I cower
and wonder
what’s next?

I cower and wish
I could make myself
so small I disappear
so you don’t have the chance
to hurt me anymore

Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | Photo by Juan Pablo Serrano

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Woman in bikini running alone on the sandy beach
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If I could do just one thing –
if someone asked me:

“What would you do
if you could do anything?”

I’d run. 

I’d pack a light bag and run. 

I would leave work one day
and I just wouldn’t go home. 

Instead, I’d drive to an airport,
pick a place with palm trees and sun,
and I would run. 

I would disappear, poof!
Like magic, she’s there one moment
and she’s gone the next. 

I want to go
where no one will ever find me.

I want to run off into the sunset
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