The Stellaverse

  • Take it to the Barn

    I learned to drive in the summer of 1992 in my father’s 1963 Ford Fairlane. That oyster grey four door was a classic, even then. It had modest fins on the back and holes in the floorboards. No radio meant we went through a lot of batteries in my little grey stereo. It was mostly…

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  • A Single Regret

    My life has been a wild ride. I am a recovering alcoholic and in that I did some things that I am not proud of, however I only have a single true regret. I had an abortion when I was 19. That was really difficult to write. I am still ashamed of that. I really…

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  • How is This Life?

    Saturday evening I was riding in a naked Jeep yelling the lyrics to “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds”. I was joyful. True joy. And I wondered how my life became this good. The wind was whipping my long hair out of its ponytail and I had big sunglasses blocking the blazing sun. I was…

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  • Large Marge Sent Me

    Let’s jump into the “Way Back Machine” and go to about the summer of 1986. I was 10 and Bob was 8 at the time. I’m basing this estimate on the fact that “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure” was available on VHS and BetaMax, and that “Pee Wee’s Playhouse” started that fall on Saturday Mornings. My…

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  • A Requiem for a Tiger

    My father was a tiger of a human. He would always be found prowling the halls wherever he may have been. His voice sounded like a growl when he spoke; even his laugh had a rough edge to it. Dad was fierce, strong, quiet, funny, caring, and kind. His mind was always moving lightning fast…

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  • To Love is Punk

    I was watching “No Reservations” the other day and I heard something that truly resonates with me. Iggy Pop, while sitting in a health food restaurant with AB (from here on out referred to as “Uncle Tony”) in Florida, said that what thrills him now, after all his adventures is “being loved and appreciating who…

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  • Mom and Me, a Complicated Comparison

    So I read this prompt in my email this morning and chuckled. I immediately jumped to rage. Then the propensity for violence. A big smile into our eyes. The singing voice…the one the good Lord himself crafted from honey and white oak boughs curved to make whiskey barrels. Beauty. Bullshit. Bat shit crazy. Tortured. Passionate.…

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  • God Sounds Like Waylon Jennings

    Hear me out on this one: God sounds like Waylon Jennings. I blame “The Dukes of Hazard” specifically for this. Allow me to explain. My childhood could best be described as chaotic. My parents alternately loved and loathed each other. The rapper Eminem described their type of relationship best when he said, “Maybe that’s what…

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  • Social Media Addiction is Real, Y’all.

    Hi, my name is Stella and I’m addicted to social media. Honestly. Five days ago had someone mentioned “Social media addiction”, I probably would’ve laughed at you. I didn’t think it could be a thing like alcoholism or shooting up dope with toilet water. Dammit, its just as painful a withdrawl, at least emotionally. In…

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  • Hello World!

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