I usually listen to some wonderful/horrible “pop cardio” mix on Pandora when I run, but the last few weeks have been tough, even with running, even with eating right, even with picking up the phone and talking to people now and again. So on my last run, I decided to Read more…
Last Saturday I organized a garage sale for myself, my boyfriend, and his brother’s wife. I have only a few things to sell, but since I have to move across the country again soon (and covering my own expenses on this one), every pound and inch of space needs to Read more…
The Object Parade: Essays By Dinah Lenney When Dinah Lenney says, on page 20 of The Object Parade that “Every home should have a piano” I thought, this narrator and I will have little in common. She says this at the end of a short essay about the baby grand Read more…
The Way We Weren’t By Jill Talbot I mentioned this to Jill on Twitter, but one of the most amazing aspects of reading her memoir, The Way We Weren’t, was how much I related to her daughter, Indie. Indie and I have not had particularly similar childhoods; I moved between Read more…
As we all know, anesthetizing ourselves from our overwhelm and anxiety with Netflix or ice cream or reading or sex rarely satiates for long. What satisfies and fulfills in a deep and lasting way is that which is hard: creating something from nothing, giving expression to that which we didn’t realize Read more…
Since Sunday evening, I’ve been in residence at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown MA, thanks to a generous scholarship. My class this week is being taught by Joanne Dugan and it’s called “The Photograph and The Word: Showing what you can’t always see.” I’ve been inspired by the Read more…