The Ugly Duckling

The squatter life.
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We’ve come to the part where I’m going to embarrass myself—a lot. There is, dear reader, no way around it. I promise you my writings aren’t about my…
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The hard thing about spilling your guts online is that it has an emotional toll. Nobody did or said anything that was upsetting, as a matter of fact…
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Towards the summer’s close, Ellyn went to the courthouse to get custody of me. She wanted to “keep” me. But could she? Being kept – really being wanted…
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A reader/follower of my Twitter feed found Ellyn. I wasn’t able to find her because, well, I spelled her name incorrectly all of these years. Becky is…
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I entered the Davis house with nothing but what was in my bag—the sum of all my possessions. I had neither toiletries nor underwear nor the simple sorts…
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Josh and I saw each other every moment we could find. Crucially he had a car – a dark emerald green AMC Hornet, which had “FUCK AUTHORITY” spray-painted…
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Life may be a video game, but some of us have a few of the cheat codes. Here’s one of mine: I am never playing the game I appear to be playing. Indeed…
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The Ugly Duckling

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