I was catching up with a friend a while ago, grateful for the space offered by a chat box and words on a screen. Hearing myself speak would make what had just happened too real. I hadn’t run out of things to say. I’d only run out of words to say them with. My body ached. My … Continue reading »
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7 Quick Takes — A Peek In My Inbox
SEVEN QUICK TAKES ONE I get a lot of email. A disproportionate amount of email for someone who doesn’t have thousands of followers, updates her blog maybe once every three weeks, and who writes in the admittedly niche tensions of feminism, Catholicism, fiction, and being-a-23-year-old-single-woman-ism. Occasionally, someone from my fundamentalist life will find my old … Continue reading »
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3/29 is my birthday. “Well look at her. Fishing for happy birthday wishes.” ….yes, actually. I am. Because it is also Good Friday, and I’m Catholic. Nothing says party like sharing your birthday with the Crucifixion, you know? Help a sister out. The number one thing that excites me about turning 23 is that I’m … Continue reading »
Dandelion
She built forts and sang to the mirror and poured orange juice into plastic tea cups and combed her hair with a fork like her favorite red-haired princess. All the dandelions in her hometown trace their blood back to the day she ran through the pastures and blew every flower she found and watched while … Continue reading »
Reasons Why I Procrastinate Writing (tonight, anyway)
My room is too dirty to write. I need to organize my shoes. I haven’t washed my face yet. I want to try the new shade of lipstick before I wear it tomorrow. I think I should compare the before and after pictures I took of my face while procrastinating last weekend, to see if … Continue reading »
Soup and Selling Out
I ran up from the subway tracks in Penn Station, balancing an overnight bag over my shoulder and a winter coat under my arm. I checked the time, calculating the risk potential of missing my bus if I stopped for something to eat. It was high. But so was the risk of me snapping at … Continue reading »
Superlatives
As a 1-12 homeschooling graduate, I missed out on yearbooks and superlatives (although not, in fact, prom). I looked on with envy as my very literati chic, black-turtleneck-wearing friends chatted about nominations and yearbook committees. When Facebook arrived, I latched on to the Superlatives app with all the repressed glee of a teenager whose social … Continue reading »
