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New traditions
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: November 26, 2011
Before “What are you doing now?” “Are you going to college?” — “Will you bring some wine for Thanksgiving?” “Not that much.” — “What’s wrong with you?” “I miss you.” Y’know that’s why everyone is uncomfortable around you.” — “Do you like them better than us?” “Why don’t you want to come home?” — “I’m [...]
I am not what I was.
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: November 13, 2011
- In: Memorys | Travel
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If you ask most people who have known me for a long time, they’ll tell you that I have an extraordinary talent for forgetting the past and letting go of people that don’t suit me at the moment. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s true. I’ve definitely thrown people away like they were [...]
A little background
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: November 8, 2011
Not every story has a happy ending, but when it comes to the Romans and Greeks, they seemed to be addicted to tragedy. These are the people who watched slave women get covered in orangutan piss and sent into the Colosseum filled with orangutans. Just to, y’know, see what happens. Why on Earth would they [...]
A spiritual awakening, or, I meet my guides
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: October 20, 2011
- In: Holidays | Phenomenons | Soul of A Woman | Spirituality
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I couldn’t sleep. It was another full moon and the light of it combined with the street lights practically made it day in downtown Minneapolis. I sat up and turned on my lamp. I picked up my notebook and the pen I loved so much. I sat there for awhile just staring at the empty [...]
Just below the surface
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: May 17, 2011
It’s night time. I’m riding toward Scotts Valley, about to take Highway 17 over the hill, which in Santa Cruz-speak, means over the mountain to San Jose. I’m riding in the passenger side of an ’89 Ford F150. It’s the old truck I learned to drive a stick in. It’s my dad’s. The steering wheel is [...]
Church Basement
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: March 30, 2011
I walked into the church basement of my youth. From the painted gray cement floor to the serving kitchen in the back, it was all the same. It was set up like a group was getting ready for a pot luck. No, not quite. Something fancier. The reason I know it was fancy is that [...]
Hollywood horses
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: March 28, 2011
Somehow I have managed to get myself into some rooftop party in L.A. where I could care less about what is going on, but the view is spectacular. It has that sort of odd purple hue to it; the word effervescence comes to mind. Since the drinks are free and the music was decent, I [...]
So much left unsaid
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: March 21, 2011
We climbed into bed and she whispered, “He said you weren’t supposed to drink anymore.” Her eyes shone up at me with a combination of fear and adoration, and it was then I realized my face was less than an inch away from hers. A four-year-old should not know what liquor smells like, I thought [...]
Woman
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: October 28, 2010
- In: Love | Poetry
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I know I have issues. But that doesn’t mean I’m the only one Who’s fucked up I will support you I will respect you I will love you But I will not concede My worth to anyone
A real person’s perspective on the oil spill
Posted by: Rebecca A. Watson on: June 27, 2010
Why aren’t people more upset about this? 100 million gallons of oil? Where is all the news?
Iain Closs
Rebecca A. Watson
