The Bitter Romance Writer

Why must I always find something to mock about other people’s happiness or romantic moments? Am I that uncomfortable with genuine emotion? With love? I write romance novels. I should be applauding these moments, shouldn’t I? But instead, I tear them down and pour my caustic words on top of them. A chilling thought is maybe I don’t really buy into what I’m trying to sell.

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip

On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery.  The entire time I lived in IllinoisI don’t think I was ever in the town of Utica unless it was to pass through to get…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Eight, The Rest of the Trip

The drive is uneventful otherwise.  We talk some but mostly we listen to Steve’s CD’s.  He has them in a metal case and he’s very good about changing them.  He has a variety of music and I don’t get bored.  We stop for gas, a Coke for me.  We polish…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Six

We return to what I’ve come to think of as The House of Dust.  Two years unoccupied.  We opened the windows to air the house out when we arrived on Friday.  I vacuumed on Saturday.  Why does the house smell even worse?  Steve says it’s that vacuum cleaner.  He’s certain…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Five

We go into the living room to chat some more.  Of course Mom can’t hear anything even when someone shouts.  No one is sitting close to her to repeat everything so she just misses most of it.  She’s gone to the bathroom three or four times.  She’s sat down and…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Four

Sunday, May 26, 2012  Scrub and I have decided to go to church “out on the prairie” which is where my parents always went to church.  If we go we might run into some of our cousins and maybe our aunt and uncle, my father’s brother and his wife.  We…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Two

I haven’t seen Scrub or my mother in two years, not since Kevin’s funeral.  We’ve never been particularly close, but we tend to come together during family crises, like when my dad was sick and then died, and when my brother passed away. Each evening Scrub and I sit out…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part One

Thursday May 24, 2012  I fly fromFort Myers,Florida to O’Hare in Chicago.  My friend Sue who is also my former sister-in-law picks me up around ten in the morning.  We eat at Cracker Barrel on the way toLadd, Illinoiswhere she lives.  This is part of my planned trip:  Fly into Chicago,…

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