I’m studying her profile in a way that would be obvious if she weren’t driving. Maybe it’s obvious anyway, but she’s not the kind to acknowledge, not in that way. Her skin is still perfect. I don’t think they use the expression peaches and cream anymore, but if they did, if I did, this would… Continue reading Tilda.
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Sorry, Sarah.
I pause and kick the broken asphalt just in front of the filthy right toe of my Asics. I need to change to a new pair, but I’m resistant because it’s still such shitty weather. Almost there, I think. Fucking asshole, I say into the foggy early morning air. What is bubbling inside of me… Continue reading Sorry, Sarah.
I like her teaching, too.
Melissa pats her caramel highlighted curls which perfectly fan out around her chartreuse fleece ear warmer. It’s unquestionably more expensive than the shitty Amazon purchased one I jammed on my head this morning. She is clearly uncomfortable. It wasn’t intentional on my part- to make her uneasy, but that’s also a part of me so… Continue reading I like her teaching, too.
A Day on Venus.
I’ve thought a lot about the way I navigate through the world. The way I often caveat or couch statements that I make. The way I offer apologies or concessions, to others, to myself, before it’s even necessary. The way I sidestep the thing I want to really say for fear of the reaction I… Continue reading A Day on Venus.
Let’s Change the Uniform.
I am standing overlooking a sea of men, men of all different shapes and sizes and ages. I imagine the Uber driver’s voice in my head, gravelly, with a touch of humor, asking about this “uniform.” My colleague and I advised him that it was unofficial, at best, but both left out the part that… Continue reading Let’s Change the Uniform.
The End of an Era?
I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
SNAP Judgments.
I was talking to a friend today and explaining how I feel tired lately. A different kind of tired. And I know what you’re thinking: you’ve said this before. And also, being tired is basically adulting. To be an adult is to be tired, often. Still, the kind of fatigue I’m experiencing comes from a… Continue reading SNAP Judgments.
The Biggest, Boldest, Most Beautiful.
I saw A Big Bold Beautiful Journey over the weekend. It’s my understanding, sadly, that critics are tearing it to shreds. It brings me some level of comfort that I didn’t, that I don’t generally, read reviews before deciding to see a movie. I recognize the risk involved in such a brazen decision, particularly these… Continue reading The Biggest, Boldest, Most Beautiful.
A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
I recently read “The Women” by Kristin Hannah. I won’t throw out any spoilers, but it’s a beaut. In my humble opinion, it is duly suited for fiction or non-fiction readers. Although it’s a fictional story, there are so many historically accurate facts that I think it would spark joy in the most austere non-fiction… Continue reading A Mishmosh Kind of Village.
Freeballing into the afterlife.
I wrap my hand around the glass, the beading condensation cool under my finger pads. Some of the Tajin rim is now coating the top of my pointer finger. I bring it to my mouth before I think better of it and then, realize my mistake and swipe it on the cloth napkin resting on… Continue reading Freeballing into the afterlife.
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