Deleting the Jello

How hard is it to mess up Jello? The packet, the boiling water, the fridge (right?). As of tonight it has been 48 hours since I boiled, stirred, covered and placed in the fridge. It is as liquid as red fruit punch in a bowl – not a single bit congealed. And really, I’m not…

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home

What makes a home? I kept asking myself that question, over and over today. Was I a good wife? Am I a good mom? I kept asking those over and over, too. They circled and swirled in my head with no accompanying answers. I went to my old house today. The lost house. The failed…

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autopsy of a marriage

I never know when I’ll start thinking about my failed marriage. When I’ll start looking to place blame on someone or something. To understand the exact moment when everything changed. Or maybe it was a series of moments. Sometimes I lie in my bed at night, lights off, eyes shut, and mind racing. Sometimes it…

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gone.

I look at you and you look at me and there is nothing to be nothing in between nothing in you and nothing in me the past is a box, locked and sealed and thrown away I feel nothing do you? I tried dissecting it all but there was nothing to dissect it’s gone you’re…

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Letter to the Other Woman

To the [fortunate/unfortunate] lady that he loves, I think I figured out your name today. I found a letter that you gave him. Your handwriting, a penned “I love you” written at the end. Your signature. I’m not sure if I’m right, but the picture of you that I found… I can see why he…

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