Will write for yarn.
I hide behind beautiful words. I hide truths that are more difficult to wrangle with than even I know, and though I like to think I’m facing things, I know there will be more, more and more things, stacked like cordwood, like bodies, just waiting for me to face them, that is, to put faces [...]
If this stuff doesn’t make it all worth it, I don’t know what will.
First:
Me to 4 year old E: I love you.
E: Why does Elise always want to MARRY me??
Me: Hunh?
E: She always does it and I don’t know why. We’re just little kids!
Me (in my head): I surely don’t know. Why indeed.
On a less [...]
This morning, I cried as I read the sad story of an army doctor who died in a mortar attack in Mosul on Christmas morning. His wife had spoken to him every day during his deployment, and when he didn’t call she thought he must be working on a soldier, trying to patch him up [...]
Autumn in Virginia has begun. The first cold morning found me shivering under too-thin blankets, and even the shine of blue sky wasn’t enough to warm me. The cold slows down my blood, my thoughts. So I do what I always do when I get that feeling of change and a slow ending, or a [...]
For some reason, I was under the impression that I was meant to be some dark artist holed up in cafes and all-night-bring-your-own-bottle-basement-jazz joints, dreaming of Dean Moriarty and living in opioid peace. Instead I exist as a comedy skit.
For one thing, I drive around with a coccyx on my dashboard.
Dear M,
I have your tailbone, [...]
This is a rerun of a blog I wrote somewhere else in April of this year:
You know, I really hate shopping. And crowds. And actually, people. I kind of hate people, too. So you might wonder – what in the world do I find appealing about NYC? I wonder that myself.
I spent today walking fast, [...]
I don’t feel poetic tonight
I feel sweaty, sticky, raw from a loud and violent day
with my four-year-old.
Atop the china cabinet is our armory:
Golf clubs, a toy fishing pole, a plastic shovel, a piece of wood splintered from a door jamb.
A plastic sword, a paddle covered with suction cups for catching the rubber ball, a bag [...]
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