the nineteen-year keychain

I have the privilege of being in the company of my own earthly damon for the entrance into the ninth year of my sobriety — her twenty-ninth year. Iudita. A lean name, tripping the mouths that speak it without already knowing it. Mouths that prefer monosyllabic...

one in which confidence is placed

Trust:  Assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something. I sat beside a woman in a meeting last week who I’ve seen before many times. She is usually in her clothes from work, having come straight from there, although...

including now

Originating from and returning to Arizona. One dog’s story. I am reading a novel at the moment that touched on a very potent point that both myself and my dog of 12 years can relate to: The idea that we don’t come from places, but rather from events, from...

Tlanamacalollihuipilcalli

Now there’s a genuine tongue twister. We were wandering the cobble stone streets of Tapoztlan, Mexico, R and me, with the green mountains looming near, me checking out the store fronts and signs, absorbing the foreign words, fascinated with words as I am, when...

pointless

I’ve traded in running for swimming at the gym lately. I find it’s the cooler alternative with less post-workout sweat issues while riding back to work in the 110 degree desert sun. Too, it soothes me. Maybe it’s the merciful near-weightlessness the...

what’s in a name?

A game I enjoy playing with R is “would you still love me if…” It can be anything: I looked like this (here I make an absurd face involving crossed eyes); I talked like this (some terrible twang, accent, or tone of voice); I had a mullet; my hair was long and...