December 18, 2009
I am face-down on the floor, the life force ebbing from my body. Must. Dial. Phone. “9-1-1. What is your emergency?” I croak but can’t speak. “Ma’am? What is the nature of your emergency?” Can’t. Catch. Breath. “Ma’am, are you choking?” “No,” I manage. “Are you bleeding? Is there an intruder in the house? Are [...]
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October 6, 2009
Marni’s version My version I was bothered by our night at the Festival even as the next morning dawned. Regarding our interloper, I was incensed. I was indignant. I was irritated way out of proportion to anything Marni had done, any fallout that came from our interactions with her. So why the lingering, massive annoyance? [...]
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