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Tag Archives: Fresco
Notes From Mother’s Journal: 1,000 Words
Dear Fresco: Are you trying to kill us? Because if you kill us, there will be no one around to get you blueberries from the freezer. Trombone is not tall enough. Also, he can’t read so who will read you … Continue reading
Notes From Mother’s Journal: Morning Melts Into Afternoon
There was a woman at the park today. She had two kids, one was a girl baby in a car seat and the other was a toddler boy enjoying digging in the sand. She gave her son the two minute … Continue reading
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Are You Not Boys?
Trombone, I know you well. I see you for your entire waking day, every day. I see you seeing things. I watch the germ take root in your brain, I see you test it out under your breath, I see … Continue reading
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Tagged boys will be whatever the hell they want to be, Fresco, trombone, two! children!
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There’s A Country Song in Here Somewhere
Not to be all Seinfeld about it but what is UP with people driving in the rain? We’ve had a stretch of sunny weather, feels like months, has probably been days, and today it’s raining and people are speeding! and … Continue reading
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Tagged ask your friends, camping, driving, fish, Fresco, hypocrites at the grocery store, idiots, preschool, trombone, two! children!
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Turn That Emo Clown Frown Upside-Down!
Yesterday I had coffee with two of my favourite former co-workers, deep in the bowels of the building where I used to work. Mom watched the kids in her back yard and my purse and I took the bus to … Continue reading