Month: March 2011
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I am trying not to be meddlesome. Truly, I am. It is difficult and I’ve probably overstepped already. Me, my magic wand and the horse I rode in on. I am always digging in people’s heads. Compiling dossiers of facts and feelings that I rifle through and mentally update each time we talk. Climbing all…
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I was a lousy freelancer. At least in spirit. I can really only write well when it comes from the gut, when I feel something for the words and what they represent. The rest always felt, at best, slightly whorish and, at worst, like donating blood that would never be transfused. No wonder I spent…
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Coworker’s birthday at a local pub. I am overdressed. Low-key by city standards, but too done-up for here. Enough so that I’m offered a gin and tonic while everyone else at the table has beer. I decline. We talk work and foreign language pronunciations and how we came to be here. Either you were born…
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A Friday night fete. I end up trapped at the kitchen table with new colleagues who want to get philosophical and chummy. Very chummy. I am sober. Very sober. And I am the only woman left. Things get awkward. I wait until a broken wine glass provides a convenient distraction and I run out the…
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