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.
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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.
Maybe…just, maybe.
It was 2001 and as was the case with nearly every weekday morning, I was likely watching “The Golden Girls” before heading off to class. I imagine that the moments before the emergency broadcast broke through Blanche’s southern drawl and all the canned laughter, I was pacing around my dusty studio apartment in a Victoria’s… Continue reading Maybe…just, maybe.
The Inner-est Crowd.
I’ve found it interesting that every corner of the universe has a cool girl quota. There’s no space that’s so chill, so intrinsically meditative that there is not a clique of some kind that forms- the “in crowd” and the “others.” Now, these groups certainly take on different forms and functions. Some are larger and… Continue reading The Inner-est Crowd.
Baby Games.
I pull a greasy strand of hair loose from my bun and twirl it around my finger. With every twist, I feel the sting of the cuticle I picked bloody earlier. I swipe up, closing the app, and then open it again. Nothing. The meme is funny, I think. I want to write again, to… Continue reading Baby Games.
Treacherous Honesty.
This morning, I was chatting with my cousin, and I shared that I’m deeply obsessed with and captivated by the way that moisture sits on grass, flowers and leaves. I acknowledged the weirdness of this sentiment, and he responded by telling me that he is obsessed by the way bodies of water ripple (he’s on… Continue reading Treacherous Honesty.
Just because…
Michael J. Fox was quoted as saying something that seems so common sense for me that it’s almost absurd, as follows: “Family is not an important thing, it’s everything.” This sentiment is an easy one for me. I know that you may remind me that not everyone has a family and to that end, not… Continue reading Just because…
Carl-ing Us Out.
A friend shared a Carl Sagan quote with me the other day. I’d like to share the first bit of it. It read as follows: “Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others?” I had a weird feeling when I read this. I was simultaneously in agreement and also, I got a… Continue reading Carl-ing Us Out.
Steaming something or other…
I saw a friend last night that I haven’t seen in a while. I’m quite comfortable with how highly I regard this individual, and still, when I get to see her, it’s always the best kind of surprise. That little twinge in your belly that tells you that even with all the intentions and feelings,… Continue reading Steaming something or other…
A picture is worth…
I went to go see the Anne Frank exhibit at the Center for Jewish History last night. I was impacted far more than I expected to be. I know, you read that and perhaps reacted with some modicum of horror. How could I not expect to be shook by an exhibit addressing the story of… Continue reading A picture is worth…
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