misdirected rage

Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not a racing fan. Occasionally, I’ll get caught up in the excitement and hometown pride of the whole affair, but it’s not a “sport” I follow at any other time of the year. And this year, especially—the 135th if you’re counting—I’m just not feeling it. When I was little, […]

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moxie

I ain’t got it. There are times in my life when I feel confident and self-assured, but that certain je ne sais quoi that pushes one over the edge into moxie territory is missing from my repertoire. I mean, I’m not afraid of confrontation. I was raised Southern (borderline redneck) and being confrontational is hardwired […]

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