The Funnel

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I observed immediately that dating was identical to looking for a job. You needed to send out a lot of resumes and queries to get an interview. And you needed to interview a bit to find a match and then if the match seemed promising you would get a position, but still, you didn’t need to make a career of it. I essentially created a sales funnel.More

Somewhere Between Gender and a Love Story

Somewhere Between Gender and a Love Story

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Call me a villain. Call me a sacrifice. Call me stupid. Call me out on all my crap. Call me when you’re in the next room. Call me a waste of time. Call me back. Call me frigid. Call me a taxi. Call me wasted, sometime after two. Call my dad to say he has two sons sometimes.More

Whatever Happened Next

Whatever Happened Next

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Into the ecosystem had recently been injected another species of working poor high school kids. On the minds of all of them that summer – when was Kacie’s old boyfriend going to fight Kacie’s new boyfriend?More

Always and Utter Bullshit

Always and Utter Bullshit

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After ten minutes I was high and taking his keys and going out to his truck and doing donuts in the driveway before racing down to town. He looked scared because he was scared. I didn’t give a shit.More

Shooting at Hurricanes

Shooting at Hurricanes

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Pop-Pop never talked about how the person you are when you ship off isn’t the person you are when you ship back. How a war story is only a story if it didn’t happen to you.More

Office Romance

Office Romance

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I fell in love with an office block in March 1987. It was a slow romance. She didn’t reveal her secrets to me until long after we’d gotten to know each other.More

Ice Cream, You Scream

Ice Cream, You Scream

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Miriam favors retribution. She wipes her hand in slow circles around her stomach. Contemplating revenge makes her feel thin.More

Opening Upward Like Wings

Opening Upward Like Wings

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Three ducks fly over, a lawnmower growls, and Anson Senior has not yet arrived for the exchange. The exchange is what Meredith actually calls it. In front of people, no matter who is listening.More

Changes

Changes

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“You know, Brother Norm,” Sister Lucy had said. “I don’t see how God could send anyone to hell if He loves us all-lovingly. Which He does. Plus, I read where lots of birds do it, you know, both ways. Woodpeckers. Penguins. Who’s to say what’s normal? Who’s to say you’re not normal, Brother Norm?”More

Dark Tourism

Dark Tourism

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Abraham Lincoln dies five times a day with two shows on Sunday, and it’s starting to give me a headache.More

Decision Tree

Decision Tree

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I think about dying a lot these days. But mostly that my crush Sheila might catch me dying. I once heard her tell another teacher that the sensitive boys are her favorite, though I don’t think that means sick boys.More