Feeling Blue[berries]

At the grocery store this week, a woman dropped a box of blueberries.  They went everywhere.  She was too old to pick them up, and people up and down the aisles just stopped and stared.  I just stopped and stared.  Her trembling voice, shouting “Cleanup—I need a cleanup!”  Embarrassed.  Close to tears.  Fucking blueberries.  All …

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Well…it’s done.

I wrote a memoir for my thesis.  For five years, I've been writing a memoir for my thesis.  Even before I knew there would be a thesis I would write.  Re-written now three times, it has shaped the landscape of my life, and changed me for the better over time.  I am proud that it …

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Twin Peaks

Adam’s been losing his mind over tax season and I’ve been losing my mind over writing this damn memoir so together we decided, as is our annual tradition, to find the minds we’ve lost somewhere together. This year it’s Twin Peaks, partially because I fell in love with that bizarre Netflix show, and mostly because …

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Defiant Little Girls

Well you already know I’m the biggest procrastinator who forgets I even have a blog 98% of the time.  Anyway, I’m here to make the post I promised I would make three weeks ago. Moving on from my declaration of lameness…  There's this statue. Of a bull. On Wall Street. Everybody knows it. But, this …

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The Politics of Kneeling

I'm going to do this.  God help me, I'm going to make a political post on my non political blog. And I may regret doing this tomorrow, because I already know it's going to prickle at the skin of many people that I know.  But whatever, Neimöller has long taught me otherwise.   That, and, the …

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A Laugh like Butterflies

So there’s this bridge, yeah? The Swinging Bridge [of death] strung like a tightrope over some pretty chill looking rapids and by chill I mean frigid not cool. My boyfriend’s running back and forth across it like a Circus Act and I’m just kind of lingering at one end, swiping the toe of my boot …

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Postscript

There’s a lot of beauty in the world. I forget that. A lot.  As in pretty much every damned day. And there’s a lot of love in the kindness of strangers. I think that’s something worth celebrating. Everywhere I’ve travelled, I’ve met people with whom I’ve exchanged a piece of myself. It’s a little tradeoff, …

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