People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.
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By Adrienne, on March 3rd, 2014
 I remember walking up the stairs to Robert’s apartment, determined to end the hateful stalemate that was immoveable, static, a mountain or a moon, and I walked up the stairs trembling and I would end it. I would end it if I died. . . . → Read More: Darkness Is a Cannibal
By Adrienne, on February 16th, 2012
 I start a load of laundry, take the boy to school, pour a cup of coffee, put the dogs out, answer email.
I fold a load of laundry, make some phone calls, drink another cup of coffee, sit at my desk and write a few listless words that won’t go where I want them . . . → Read More: Behind My Eyes
By Adrienne, on January 19th, 2012
 For context, you might want to read this first.
You know what sucks about being sad? Besides the sadness, I mean.
It’s the all-consumingness of the thing.
(Spell checker doesn’t care much for the word consumingness, to which I say get over yourself, spell checker! I have bigger problems than you!)
No, what really . . . → Read More: Withouting
By Adrienne, on July 27th, 2011
 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude)
We all grow up with rules.
I’m not talking about the regular rules that our parents speak aloud – no running in the house; don’t sing at the dinner table; if you wear your tap . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 4: Give Yourself Away
By Adrienne, on June 20th, 2011
My eldest son, Jacob, played his first solo show last Friday.
My husband and I took the rest of the kids to hear him and we had a nice time, or as nice a time as any 40-something adults can have in a large crowd of teenagers. There is deep joy in watching our . . . → Read More: Proud/Sad

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