Tag: myself & I
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Lately, I’ve been working on some other writing. Writing that’s more in the vein of literary non-fiction essays and writing that I plan to pull together into a something. Maybe a something with a cover and pages and page numbers, dig? I thought I would share a little excerpt of it with you. Reactions via…
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A few months ago, a younger friend asked me what growing up was like, what it felt like to be an adult. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but no doubt it was something facetious and possibly flippant (and most likely I was hanging out in my pajamas when I read her email –…
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This time last week I was frantically attempting to track down my movers in order to reclaim my meager truckload of possessions. Since then, I’ve set up my new apartment, figured out how to use a cordless drill, had coffee with one of my neighbors (and attempted to avert my eyes from his vast collection…
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List Served is a semi-regular feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It’s all good. Photo by Rakka A gift bag containing three giant Lush bath bombs that were meant as a present for someone whose birthday party…
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The stomach is for fear and panic, excitement, too. The heart isn’t immediate enough. It takes things a while to filter through to it. And it’s too imprecise, too messy, too amorphous a spot to locate such sharp feelings. No, it’s the lungs, I’ve decided. That quick stab when you’re standing in line at Starbucks…
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Last fall, I got into the habit of getting off the bus a few stops early and walking a couple of miles home at the end of the day. I would sling my messenger bag over my shoulder, turn up the volume on Matt Nathanson’s Some Mad Hope on my mp3 player (well over a…
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