the mojo bag (part 2)
Deborah closes her eyes and nods. She rises and glides to a shelf, where she begins selecting from an assortment of crystals, stones, and trinkets.
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Deborah and I sit at the table, talking intently about the occult: ghosts, tarot, auras, energy. When I mention that I found a turkey feather earlier that day, she says with authority, “That’s auspicious.”
Read Morepatrick and gina’s house
They didn’t just buy one house — they bought two, and converted the second one into a barn/workshop. You know, for all their other carpentry projects — restoring boats, constructing props for cabaret shows, and whatever it is they have planned for that pile of old bicycles.
Read Morereal badasses don’t look like what you think real badasses look like
She left behind a career as a biologist to be a wild land fire fighter, and spent decades jumping out of helicopters with men young enough to be her sons. She had to give that up when she turned 50, of course, but she couldn’t bring herself to go sit still in a laboratory, so now she works as a handywoman and goes on long bike and kayak trips on the weekends.
Read Morethe reiserstown fire department
“It’s for female firefighters on duty, but we only have one and she’s not on tonight,” explained the chief. “So we figured you could just have the place to yourself.”
Read Morelive righteously and love everyone
… was what it said on the tag of my hippie tea. I liked it so much that I got a piece of packing tape and stuck it on Lucky’s frame, so every time I looked down, I’d see that message.
Read More"bridge closed"
Construction signs tend not to apply to bicycles, I thought smugly, and approached the cluster of guys in fluorescent vests.
Read More“just shave it all off”
There’s a powerful letting go when you watch your hair fall away from your scalp and fall to the ground in big tufts.
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