Grief

The word looks like it feels. It’s 3:08 in the am. Hours after she left this place. She spent roughly 46 years showing us how to do love. To eat cookies with abandon. There are people I want to smack who say things like she’s in a better place. Yeah, I know that. Duh. But…

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Typecast

The (K)Cates really have nothing to worry about with me, competition wise. Winslet and Blancette can rest assured that my thespian foray has bordered on the inconsequential. And I’m mostly good with that. Along with getting the occasional casting call (an actual audition appointment) from my agent, I get audition notices all the time to…

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They Picked Me!

Forward Reviews picked I Punched Myself in the Eye for their homepage today and it’s their official Book of the Day! It’s a big deal! https://www.forewordreviews.com

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THE PRO REVIEWS ARE IN! Check out the excerpts…

  “Pamela Capone must be a riot at parties. She can turn the most mundane details of a day into witty poetry, and find a way to connect it all to God’s higher plan for us. From the mini-essays in this collection, it is clear that Pam is the kind of woman you’d want in…

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Vwhat?

  I was assaulted by, I mean, encountered, the “Vwhat, you don’t like agave?” Costco lady today. She’s the lady in the “Pure Honey” chapter in my book, I Punched Myself in the Eye. I actually didn’t recognize her until she badgered, I mean, questioned me, on my excessive purchase of Cetaphil Moisterizing Cream. I…

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The Crumpled Up Wrap Rap

The “Empty Under” got you down? That depressing space under the tree? It’s The Anti-climax; The Post-Christmas bloat. If you need a pick-me-up/way to relax, Download my book, see what I wrote. http://www.amazon.com/Punched-Myself-Eye-self-sabotage-imperfection/dp/1519102100

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Net-shaped Angels

More or less our conversation just now, the morning after: After the soot settled from the fridge-fire last night, I buried my face in my hands and eked,  “Life is an I Love Lucy episode.” “Yeah, first there’s water coming out of the wall, and then we open the fridge and the Smoke Monster from…

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Black Friday

Black Friday   We see the headlines every year, the herky-jerky video on the twenty-four-hour news: The absurd, before-dawn throng busting through the Walmart doors, demonic eyes narrowed, headed for the electronics. Strangers literally knocking one another to the floor, some with their hands wrapped around a high-def TV . . . or around someone’s…

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Grateful

Thanksgiving is coming up. I’ve been profusely blessed and given outrageous grace. So here’s my list that merely skims the surface. The straight from the trunk, the creamy, teensy-bit-melted, scraped off-with-the-spoon top layer of the Dreyers vanilla ice cream. Also, I’m apparently now obsessed with Tillamook’s Marionberry Pie and Udderly Chocolate. Freshly laundered white sheets—the…

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I Know How Stars Are Born

“We are stars—born of fire, wind—born into the chaos…” I have eight examples of them around me—they’re my siblings. Having experienced places like MacLaren Hall, in and out of good and bad foster homes, they’ve lived inside the eye of the storm. They were formed into stars, and chose who they wanted to be. They…

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