The necessity of heartbreak

Heartbreak is a curious thing.   It’s quite like childbirth; the size and shape of it unknowable until it happens, your experience uniquely your own.   The dull pain of it never quite gone, thrumming just below the surface.  The joy experienced before exponentially greater than any regret at the unending sorrow of the aftermath.  

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The time I was told by a man that I was a bad influence.

So there’s this coterie of friends I have, and they tend to reflect the mood I’m in.  The ones who know me fully and deeply, know the intuitive asshole and selfish jerk I can be hover around two.  That’s right, I have two close friends, and I have known them both more than 20 years…

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It’s now time to go

Come August, our odyssey in Bombay was to draw to a close.  It was typically difficult for me to adjust to any new place.  The kids started school and their social lives were off with a bang.  I would sit for HOURS, as my ass got bigger and flatter, streaming show after show on the dongle I…

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nameless little girl

Bombay, much like New York, is the city one seeks out when in search of fortune, or a future, or better luck, or money, or power or fame, or better economy, or for the the better part of India, poverty stricken India, it’s just a place to sell the daughters that they were too poor…

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