Shamrocks Without Claudia
a little limerick about last night
My dear Claudia skipped Paddy’s night.
Still I danced in shamrock-lit light.
I sipped Irish mules,
took pics laughing like fools,
and texted “you’re replaced” to spite.
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
By Tina D. LopezExclusive • 2 months ago
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Excellent! 🍀
I’ve always firmly believed that the best way to get over one person is to get under another. Well done!