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reach the beach

Sometime in 2011 spending the day in Galveston and the night in a hotel on the beach became my favorite way to put my life on pause and recharge my psyche. Lately I’ve been feeling extremely tense and tired, and … Continue reading

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tuesdays with pixie

While looking through photo files on my computer the other night I found the above photo of Pixie and Rex playing outside. When I first saw it, I thought it was from Pixie’s first day at The Compound as a … Continue reading

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only a memory

I’m not the emperor of a wealthy dynasty or the dictator of an oil rich nation state. This means, much to my dismay, I’m not able to have a gargantuan gilded temple in the shape of Rex’s head constructed in … Continue reading

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tuesdays with(out) rexford

I was reading and marking up stories submitted for the anthology Becky and I are editing when Pixie and Penny jumped up on the sectional with me. It was as if they were taking a moment to check on me, … Continue reading

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somewhat damaged

I’ve gone to the gym a few times this weekend. I went to a midnight showing of Fight Club at the Landmark River Oaks theater on Saturday night. I covered the second floor of my apartment with Carpet Fresh and … Continue reading

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jump they say

This is how I start my day. My eyes open and I decide whether I’ll roll over and try to sleep longer or commit to remaining awake. Penny, who has taken to sleeping at the foot of my bed, is … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

A storm passed over Houston at horrendous o’clock this morning, which meant Rex required holding and spooning while I tried to sleep. When I got up he was still upset about the thunder and refused to move when I started … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

Meow?

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tuesdays with rexford

In junior high school my friend Kimberly Russell inexplicably announced to me that I’d look fabulous in a yellow dress. If you want to shoot an arrow into the delicate masculinity of a boy in the throes of puberty, telling … Continue reading

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tuesdays with rexford

For the past ten days I was taking care of dogs in many homes other than my own, so someone has been glued to me ever since I returned last night. I don’t mind at all.

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