Category: Life
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🎄 The calendar is not a calendar. It is a psychological thriller.Each square a fresh horror. Monday: “Wear red for reindeer day.”Tuesday: “Bring cookies, don’t forget the nut-free, gluten-free, emotionally wholesome ones.”Wednesday: Picture day. Except not just a normal picture day—“the special snowflake backdrop” picture day.Thursday: Christmas singalong, themed around a candy cane morality tale.Friday:…
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I found Jack crouched behind the laundry basket like a tiny predator in mismatched socks. His eyes locked onto Pookie’s dish—half full, undeniably pungent, and radiating the quiet energy of “DO NOT TOUCH” reserved for outlet covers and mystery substances found beneath the couch. And yet, there he was. My son. My bright, bold, bizarre…
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It’s cold. Like nose-hurts-when-you-breathe cold. Like “Mom made me wear long underwear” cold. But I don’t care. Because it’s Friday. Football Friday. And I’m at the Oak Harbor High School game with Dad. He’s wearing his big coat—the one that makes him look like a sleeping bag with arms—and he keeps saying stuff like, “This…
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It started with Mom yelling, “ITTTT’SSSS TIIIIIMMMMEEEE!” like she was about to enter a wrestling ring, but instead of body slams, she was hauling up bins of glitter and tangled lights from the basement. Dad sighed. The kind of sigh that sounds like it’s been waiting all year. “Already?” he said. “It’s not even Thanksgiving.”…
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James here. Look. I saw the couch. I saw the ottoman. I saw the narrow crevice between them and thought: Yes. That’s my throne. I perched.Feet up like royalty.Butt suspended in the crack like a toddler trapeze act.Elbows locked on the couch cushions like I’m bracing for impact — or delivering a TED Talk on…
