Christ, Were I In My Lover’s Arms, And He In Mine
"There's not a single place open in Dallas where I can buy one,' thinking, be easier to score smack than Primatine this time in the a.m., which is the kind of town Dallas is." Continue reading →
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"And this led to my husband's and my philosophical discussion on the merits of having your ass kicked. It's my boy's contention that every guy should have his ass kicked at least once." Welcome to...
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"I've got some quilt squares that need connecting. The biggest, flashiest squares have to do with the four times my husband was at death's dark and beckoning door: when he had his stroke, when he had...
View ArticleAnonymously Yourn
"Thinking this might go on a while, I just...slid out...with my motley purchases, and set off the shoplifter alarm, which goes off every goddamn time I buy something there." With Ashley Walker, there's...
View ArticleGuns, No Roses
"And then, sometimes stuff...just happens. You don't know why, but there's a weird twist in the atmosphere and a thing will take on a life of its own, until all hell boils over like a pot of oatmeal."...
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"Circumstances were such that whatever I did to escape would only imperil me more. In chess, this ugly predicament is called zugzwang: any move you make will put you in checkmate. It's a real mofo,...
View ArticleListening To Fiona Apple, Idler Wheel (Etc.)
"I worry about her, too, but not that she's going to fall apart: I worry that she's going to get her shit together. (This, I realize, is a despicably selfish fear.)" Michael Nagel loves the...
View ArticlePink Moon
"I told my wife I needed to see a counselor, but I didn't tell her that I know exactly how much Tylenol it takes to kill a man." An unforgettable piece about an unforgettable song by Michael Nagel....
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