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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When it Hits Home: A Shooting Next Door

Today when Adam left for work, we spent a long time in the doorway wrapped up in each other’s arms.  A long time.  An I-don’t-want-to-let-you-go amount of time. How fucking lucky am I that I still have him to hold onto, because some of my neighbors woke up without that gift. Some fathers today woke …

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With Candles Lit by Tears

I intended to do far more writing while abroad.  Until I got sick.  Ibiza offers far too little sleep, and far too many other things.  And after I got sick, I got sick with something else. Then sick with something else, and it seemed the illnesses came in waves.  I’m a fragile little bird. However, pharmacies …

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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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India, Day Paying off the Cops?

Our last night in India was a little wild. We skipped the temples and sightseeing for a night out on the town. When you have to board a 21 hour flight the next day, you really don’t feel much like sleeping. So out we go. To a bar at the country club where stories were …

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On the Backs of Elephants

Varghese told us he was taking us to see the elephants. And boy did we see elephants. When you first arrive, you walk past them, sitting on their piles of fresh greenery. They let you choose from a list of activities—we decided to skip the lumber toss. Neither one of us were really into forcing …

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