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Pie

I stand in a field of bleached bones, wanting desperately to throw a banana cream pie. There is no such thing as free pie. Wanting something – no matter how desperately – isn’t enough. Wanting won’t change a damn thing. I have to leave the boneyard. I have to go to the store and buy … Continue reading

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Polarized Expectations

I have two sets of expectations I walk about with every day. Two completely different visions of the outcome of any given event. One is very reasonable. Moderate. My logic runs this expectation calculator: This lasagne will be edible. The Six Flags trip might get rained out. The Wolverine is going to be so bad … Continue reading