I was nine when I noticed that my thighs spread across my seat much more than those of my classmates. I skirted around this thought, and around any other thought that brought mental disquiet. I was a fourth grader who had just learned there was a difference between the words “particular” and ...
The Persistence of Memory
I suppose it’s no wonder that “Hopelessly Devoted to You” trickled into my head on my way down the escalator yesterday. I suppose it’s no surprise that by the time I stepped foot on the train my rain jacket was dotted with dark tears. Grease was your favorite movie and today was the ...
See. Speak. Feel. 2016
On days when my life is a hundred meter hurdle, it’s hard to distinguish between reality and the realistic dreams that surface amid thin wisps of sleep. Do I remember emailing her or did I dream it? Did I unplug the coffee pot before hitting the road or before hitting snooze? Am I cringing at the ...
Truth, Subject to Change
Truth is fluid. What is true at 9:00 may change by noon. What I know on Sunday may be refuted by come Wednesday.This is my truth as it stands today. The truth is that I haven’t felt beautiful, by any stretch of the imagination, in eighteen days. Yes, I am counting; tallying my whens help me ...
The Best Mistake I’ve Made All Week
I cut ties with him Sunday. I know what you're thinking. Him? Not Him the Father, Him the Son, or Him the Holy Ghost, but a real, tangible, unrelated him? On this blog? Why, yes. He’s a bookish guy, a cute one, with a beautifully structured face and a tongue slick with city-boy ...
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