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“Michael Calante, Michael Calante, Michael Calante,” I heard being announced in unison with a cascade of chimes. What is happening? Where is this coming from? Then it hit me – my phone! Mikey was calling me! Yes, my Mikey! Those chimes are the special ringtone Lorena set for him. I rarely hear them, but when…
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I am so proud of myself. So So proud of myself. Five gold stars and a little trophy for me! I did it. I shared a part of myself! My truth with a man I care deeply about. Now, maybe for some this is no big deal. After all, I am a grown ass woman.…
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You know, Dad was a great Dad. Even though I feel like I got cheated out of him as a kid. He was a wonderful man and Father. I guess there are two types of cheating. The kind where you feel you missed out on something special – got the short end of the stick…
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“I’d like another Shirley Temple please.” I said to the waiter. There I was wearing my new black velvet dress with white lace trim. It stopped right above my knees. Mom often said “Always show those legs of yours my Sweetheart they are so beau ti ful.” My feet dangled off the chair and the…
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There was a time where Mikey was Wiley E. Coyote and I was the Road Runner. He was the cat and I was the mouse. He was the Lion trying to get me in his lair. He couldn’t hold on to me, keep me there, I HAD TO GO. This wasn’t on purpose on my…
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A leaf of doubt, a pinch of fear a tablespoon of stories with obsession near Fold in worry and my past Blend well with ego and and the spell is cast Abracadabra. The spell starves me of any joy. It usually starts to kick in on Thursdays. A stirring. Similar to a tiny sore throat…
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Going to Lucky’s grocery store was always an adventure with Mom. Some adventures were better than others. It was like going to the store with a bratty 10 year old being told they can get whatever they want. “Just throw it in the cart Corinne.” Two particular times still reside in the corner of my…
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“Your Father and I are getting a divorce Corinne.” I was 11 years old and babysitting across the street at the Lynberg’s home. A three story home. Huge. It was just me and some baby they had asked me to babysit. A BABY. I was definitely not the best kid for the job. I had…
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Travel to the cavernous place of your soul dear friend. Free dive to resurface a new. Plunge into your heart. Explore. Root out the agony, the pain that has silently secreted venom in your spirit and life. It is time. It’s time. Time to go. Time to live. The right time. The time to shine.…
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“I love you baby and I am so sorry.” Those are the words Dad whispered in my ear as he gently hugged me and said goodbye. It wasn’t the type of goodbye you hear, it was the type of goodbye you feel. The goodbye where you know things will forever be different. It wasn’t said,…
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I spoke with Manette last night and read her the text Mikey sent to me. His text was letting me know that he had finally closed his deal! A 490 million dollar deal! Of course I responded with “That’s wonderful news Mikey, Congratulations!” But, you know what? Congratulations to me! What I really wanted to…
Salami and Rollerskates 