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People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

25 01, 2018

Autopia

2018-01-25T08:55:36+00:00

Wanna see my brand new car? It's that modest little royal blue number on the right. Yeah, right. I drive all over Glassland now; Tyrone-the-Spiffy Wheelchair breaks down so I can pull him into the passenger seat all [...]

Autopia 2018-01-25T08:55:36+00:00
22 01, 2018

Recovery Road

2018-01-22T21:58:08+00:00

Elmo, The Leg, and I are now officially on Recovery Road, located between Bugout Boulevard and Anxious Avenue, a block or two away from Stircrazy Street. I'm still waiting to feel relieved, celebratory, about the fact that bone is finally [...]

Recovery Road 2018-01-22T21:58:08+00:00
12 01, 2018

V-day, legs, eyes, and…the rest of my life

2018-01-12T20:18:09+00:00

Something I've not seen before: What a busted femur looks like when the bone starts growing back. Uhm...wow. Everything tumbles into my head like a firehose; the problem isn't finding something to write about. It's figuring out which stuff [...]

V-day, legs, eyes, and…the rest of my life 2018-01-12T20:18:09+00:00
27 11, 2017

Pelican Lady

2017-11-29T09:24:54+00:00

Pelican Lady scowls and mumbles, and what she's saying under her breath would make a muleskinner blush. Unhappiness bends her body, breaks it in dispirited places, leaves her mouthbreathing as she walks, frowning and rolling her eyes. I don't know [...]

Pelican Lady 2017-11-29T09:24:54+00:00
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