Sydney’s picking her nose again. You want to scream, even bat her hand away from her face. She is standing in the produce aisle, next to the loose leaf lettuce. People are staring. It’s all fun and games until someone finds a booger on their radicchio, you think to yourself. “Sydney,” you say to your […]
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It wasn’t as if she hadn’t smelled death before. Gladys’s wide frame waddled toward the bathroom. The hallways of the moderately priced home were surprisingly narrow. Sometimes when she wore pleated skirts, Gladys swore the crest of her burgeoning hips slightly grazed the floral-printed walls. In the bathroom, she took a glass bottle out of
My name is RoseMarie LeBlanc, and if you think I’d planned to be taking orders, taking up dirty dishes, or taking complaints all of my life, you’d be wrong. I’d wanted to be a beautician. Not a stylist. Not a salon operator. Not a barber. A beautician. I wanted to have the kind of shop
“Oh my God… what am I doing here?” I blurt. “Finding a man,” Amanda reminds me with a cheeky grin. “I have cats,” I deadpan. Is my skirt too short? Is the zit on my forehead bulging through my concealer? Amanda takes my hand in hers because I keep fidgeting. “You look fantastic, and your
Celia was having a fit. Again. I should have been used to it by now, but it still bugged me. When we were kids, it always got her the extra kisses and hugs, the extra cookies and candy, and the concerned attention. Now that we were adults, it was all the more annoying. Instead of
My name is Danger Will Bukowski. Is there a story behind this? Why, yes there is. My ghetto fairytale begins in Compton, where my meth-addicted teen parents crashed a county general hospital, high as kites, neither even remotely realizing Tweedle-Dum was actually pregnant. Upon disclosure, they found it hilarious, and while Dum screamed, “Danger! Danger,
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