Skipping Over Life – Introduction

Skipping Over Life is a book-in-progress.  I'll be posting a chapter or two every week until it's finished.  It's a true story about damaged people. Not all damaged people. Mostly, me and my mother. But if you’ve been at all damaged by the world, you might relate. I’ve always been interested in how life transforms a person from a sweet googly ...Continue Reading
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Chapter Two

My mother met my father in a hospital. Neither were patients. Though, looking back, they probably could have been. My mother was a volunteer. Well, she was forced to volunteer as part of her community service after she’d been kicked out of college for swiping her roommate’s checkbook and going on a shopping spree. And my father, he was an obste ...Continue Reading
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Chapter One

Once upon a time, I was happy. This was early on, though. Just before my birth, and just after it. My mother awaited my arrival like others wait for the Messiah. I was to be her own personal Christ Child— delivering her from the everything she felt so very disconnected to. And my father, well, he isn’t really apart of this picture. My mother re ...Continue Reading
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Chapter Three

So my mother and father moved into a big white house and all of my mother’s relatives who’d previously wondered if my mother was ever going to amount to anything, all stopped by to offer their congratulations.   Marrying a doctor was something all of the women in my family aspired to back then. And my mother, who could have previously cared l ...Continue Reading
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Chapter Four

When I look at my mother’s baby pictures, she has an expression that says, “I might not have the dexterity just yet, but I will kill you, motherfucker.” It’s the same expression she has today, except now that she’s pretty well coordinated, she isn’t photographed much. My mother says hers was a miserable childhood.  That she was ...Continue Reading
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