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the gallivanting monkey: freeze frame
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, June 03, 2015. Mildly complicated and gently momentous news! This is my last post in this space, here on Blogger. But The Gallivanting Monkey. Is now alive and well elsewhere in its new home on my proper new website. And there's a new post. Bad Feng Shui. This space no longer feels right to me. I had a great writing mentor, Jack, who always says, "Don...
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the gallivanting monkey: popular
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, July 16, 2014. I've changed everyone's names up there except Linnae Dengah because I can't make up a name as good as that. I tried. So, if you're googling yourself, Linnae: surprise. Popularity was gold, it was security, it was everything good. Why had it decided to visit itself upon me? And how could I make it stay? All these unconscious things work ...
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the gallivanting monkey: where
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, October 15, 2014. Every morning when I drive Finn and Fred to their school, there’s a turn we take down into the valley that houses it where we get a great view of the Cascade Mountains. (The mountains aren’t there every morning. Sometimes clouds hide them. Or maybe they. The place starting giving themselves up soon enough. Was so clean, and this felt.
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the gallivanting monkey: friend
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, December 03, 2014. While it can signify a few different things in a reading, the Six of Cups often references friendship. Sometimes it heralds the return of an old friend, sometimes it points to a feeling of loss. It’s tricky, like I say, this card. It’s soft on the outside, but it has something piercing at its core. She’s not the mother-in-law ...
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the gallivanting monkey: trails
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, April 09, 2014. What was the worth of comforting somebody you hadn't hurt properly yourself? I tried writing this post a couple of days ago and failed. I'd get a few words out, freeze, get some more words out, freeze again longer. I gave up and lay down on my bed, shaking, defeated. I didn't think I'd be able to do it. I thought I'd ha...Two things ma...
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the gallivanting monkey: the great chocolate robbery
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Tuesday, September 16, 2014. The great chocolate robbery. I've had no time to think, though, and I don't know where I'm taking you today. This is pure, old-school winging it happening here. What I'm wanting to talk about, what I'd been planning on talking about in a the-thing-I'm-talking-about way, I guess, is the body. Well, not the. That's got something to it.
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the gallivanting monkey: on black lives mattering
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, November 26, 2014. On black lives mattering. I have two white sons, ages 8 and 5, that I love with. When my kids are sick, too, they’re up against a neutral force; they’re up against their own malfunctioning bodies. And there are benevolent forces in place to protect my kids. They have doctors, they have hospitals, they have medici...The level of fear...
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the gallivanting monkey: it's the moon, stupid
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, October 22, 2014. It's the moon, stupid. I've been reading the book. 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write: On Umbrellas and Sword Fights, Parades and Dogs, Fire Alarms, Children and Theater. By the playwright Sarah Ruhl, which is tormenting and delighting me in equal doses. ( Get it and read it. Get, I got. Dizzy, nourished, excited, impotent: that's...
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the gallivanting monkey: anna stesia
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, November 05, 2014. Or chronic pain sufferers—a tip of the hat and an apology for the above bit to you guys, all of whom I’m sure would love nothing better than to be able to get off the pain meds. I see you, I note you, and I’m wishing you freedom. You were supposed to take a dose every four to six hours. My feeling was, hey, let’s make it f...Cold an...
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the gallivanting monkey: self-consciousness
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Why must you always be gallivanting? You are such a monkey. I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and make you live in a shoebox." -My mother. Wednesday, July 09, 2014. Did like/hate the music? Did come out of obligation? I wave the questions off like flies over and over. I don't know! God, shut up! But the constant re-arrival of the questions and the sour feeling that comes with each one hexes the drive. Has the blood crept up to my back pockets? An acquaintance of mine wrote a piece for The Stranger.
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