Author Archive: storytotellya
Please Don’t Touch My Feet or Butt
I’ve had at least ten massages in my life. I’d like to think that I can distinguish a good massage from a bad one. However, I have never had such a peculiar massage like the one performed in one of the massage chains, let’s just call it M.E. I arrived 15 minutes early (as requested) …
The Father’s Day Bitter Pill
I forgot, It’s Father’s Day. I turn on Facebook and nearly everyone’s profile picture is changed to a faded or even a black and white photo of themselves with their father. All of them smiling, in an embrace, holding hands, gazing at each other lovingly, mid pose in a wedding dance, on a boat holding …
Beastly Anniversary
Last night, a strange feeling enveloped me. It stuck to me like a spider web; it clung to me like a wet shirt. It weighed me down like a diving bell. It constricted my breathing as if an anaconda wrapped itself around my torso. It changed my thoughts to black and white. It played out …
“I Would Rather Have AIDS than Leukemia”
I creep quietly in the cancer support group room because I am almost 15 minutes late. This is a new set of people for me. A fourth different group so far. I have been trying to find one that would actually live up to its name. I sit down in the last empty chair and …
Another Bump on the Road or, Rather, in the Groin
I came back from a work related road trip, tired and hungry. I slung my bags on the living room floor. I fished out the speeding ticket that a solemn highway patrol officer with a matter of fact approach issued to me at the beginning of my drive back, right after I was stuck in …
Got Nominated for The Liebster Award
I came home from a long road trip, tired and with a speeding ticket in my bag. There were so many things I had to do before going back to work the next day and I felt very overwhelmed. Then I opened my WordPress email and the sunshine shone on my day once again. I …
Hey, God: Fuck Your Plan
I saw a phrase recently that said something like God won’t give you what you can’t carry. To me it is just another one of the platitudes that religious people use to make themselves or someone else feel better about their shitty lives. After what has happened to me in the past couple years (and …
“You Have Giraffe Eyelashes”
I hate the smell of acacia in the morning. Or it may be a different tree, different flower. But its smell causes pangs in my stomach because it blooms in late May and early June and reminds me of when I was a kid and used to walk to school terrified of the final exams. …
THANK YOU WORLD for reading my blog
I wanted to thank all of the people around the world who read my blog. Those of you who visited once and those of you who kept coming back. Twenty two countries. I imagine you: young, old, men, women, maybe even teenagers? Do you have curly hair, straight hair, black hair, red, brown, blond? Does …
Lady In Waiting
That’s me minus the queen and the court. I wait. I wait to go to the doctor’s appointments. I wait for the results of scans and tests. I wait for phone calls giving me good news or shattering my life. I wait to fall asleep through my anxiety. I wait to eat because my stomach …
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