Non-Fiction Living

My Adventures As An Amateur Anthropologist In And Out Of My Apartment

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Industry Amidst The Ruins

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The prettiest words are the greedy ones. They alight. Then they pollinate. Because you have things to do. Upright and important You squirr...
Sunday, September 16, 2018

Hydration

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It’s a heat wave. I’ve done this before. I’m pretty good at it. This is not something to be messed with. I exchange texts with my husband....
Monday, September 10, 2018

Shana Tova

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The kids have two days off from school. You don't think about the why as much as the when. The time off is convenient. It makes for a ...
Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Lucky

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Its 1981. I’ve just been dropped off at college. I’d been insufferable at my high school for half the year because I couldn’t wait to get ...
Saturday, August 25, 2018

Go ahead and say it

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I could ask you to be more careful. I could ask you to choose lovelier words. Take a pause. More poetry, less logic. See me in three dimen...
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Saturday, August 11, 2018

The sun it did rise again

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Like when you make new friends but keep the old and the cream always rising to the top, things have their way of sorting themselves out. ...
Thursday, May 24, 2018

I answered my own question

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I’m still in shock. I thought I was more of a badass than this. It feels visceral. Comes a time when I ask a familiar question. I keep it...
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