All Posts By Dori Owen

FELONIOUS

On a dare I slunk by you smoky eyeliner tight jeans pierced belly Took a stool Bartender I’ll have what he has on him Watched you in the...

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10 Hopeful Hacks for Beating the Holiday Blues

I am not a fan of beating the blues advice that is patently gratuitous, overdone, or quite obvious. Yes, a walk on the beach sounds...

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We DID Overcome

It started with a sea of “Pink Pussy Hats” in cities across the United States. There were nonbelievers. Unsustainable, the right...

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MOOD

she fears the dark as it consumes her slowly and then all at once trapping her in its never ending quest to seize her mind and bury her...

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Arizona Heat

I never really minded the heat growing up in Arizona. It was just how it was. Cold in the winter and hot in the summer. When I met him, it...

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Senator John McCain: For the Greater Good

Arizona has had its share of elected officials who brought shame to the State in a national spotlight for years: Convicted felon and openly...

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Miss Congeniality

Sundays I travel it’s visiting day time to see my fair little friend who lives in a place of maximum security no chance of parole. Before...

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Dear Harvey

Dear Harvey, you weren’t the one who wronged me. The real life boss who stole my self-worth, my dignity, and put strain on my marriage...

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On Mental Health Awareness Month

Music sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress, manic depression’s a frustrating mess. —Jimi Hendrix, Manic Depression Please...

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#InStarbucksWhileBlack

Enough. Just enough. Last week’s news of two African American men being arrested at a Philadelphia Starbucks for the heinous crime of...

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LET’S GIVE DRUG DEALERS THE DEATH PENALTY

Well, let’s not. Because actually we can’t. I am not outspoken about all things Trump. Everything is so ridiculous to me that my only...

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HAPPY WOMEN’S HERSTORY MONTH!

This is the month that we celebrate strong, independent women. It’s a special month because women are special. They are women of...

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The First Time I Saw My Baby Sleeping

The first time I saw my baby sleeping was on Highway 89 halfway between Lake Tahoe and Truckee. His head was slightly tipped back and he...

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10 Reasons to Love, or Not Love, Valentine’s Day

“Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect...

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COBRA

Crack. Like a cobra she rapid-fire attacks. Tongue flicking never losing sight of her victim. No matter the attack may not be justified....

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Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a...

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There is a Hooker in All of Us. Isn’t there?

When I was small, I used to tell my mother, “When I grow up I’m moving to Hollywood.” She paid little attention to my...

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West Of The Deuce

The town was Show Low named for a poker hand way up in the White Mountains of wild western Arizona how very ironic we met in a poker...

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KITTYGATE: A True Crime Story

THE CRIME It all began on a warm autumn day. Summer stays around for a long time here in Arizona, and it was over 90 degrees before noon...

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He Was A Man Of Few Words

I was in Target today and purposely ignored the huge display of Father’s Day cards. These days they seem to appear right after...

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For Lovers Spent

I wish I was the one you search for so you would stop getting colder as you walk away so you say But I am not the woman of your dreams I am...

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Dear Steven

Dear Steven, I know I owe you some kind of response but I am at a loss for words. Yeah, me Wordless. I left our conversation without...

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Why I Rarely Tell People I Have a Mental Illness

Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain? ―Ruby Wax Subtitle: It would be so much...

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I’m Stable. Now What? My Radicalization Journey

“I don’t want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.” ―Matthew Quick, The...

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I Am Jodi Arias’s Mother

This interview is the first time Sandy Arias has spoken publicly about her daughter Jodi Arias. Sandra Dee Allen was born in 1958 in a...

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Being a Birthmother on Mother’s Day

As with most pregnant teens during the “love generation,” I was told that the right thing to do was to relinquish my baby to a...

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