First snow day of the year, 1/3/22 Throughout this pandemic, I have watched a lot of TV and movies. I've read a lot of books. I've done some writing! I have never seen so clearly that these activities are meant to transport us with our minds, while our bodies stay put. It has been hard… Continue reading pretend this is a ski lodge
75 books in 2021 The kindest way I can describe 2021 is the cliche, One step forward, two steps back. The year began in pandemic lockdown. I became obsessed with women artists throughout history and read as much about them as I could. I also dove deep to learn more about the history of tarot… Continue reading What I read in 2021
ob-SESSED with this story, paired with my photo:
The first time I peed in a pool, I was at George Murphy’s birthday pool party and Clara had just shown George the hair growing underneath her arms.
Gross! Clara has armpit hair! George shouted. He and Clara had been swimming along the deep end, and once he shouted, Andy joined in and so did Kevin, who went honk-honk-honk with his stupid goose-laugh. They began treading water around her, forming a human Bermuda triangle. Earlier, I’d overheard Mrs. Murphy calling them her Three Musketeers, but she was wrong because they bullied us constantly. For some reason, Clara still had a crush on George. Something about his hair. I didn’t understand it and I don’t think she did either.
The thing was, Clara and I shared everything – from snacks to Spanish homework to lip gloss – and so I kind of felt betrayed that she hadn’t told me about her…
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... I will not lie, I am tempted to despair. The dark days are a struggle for me, year after year. But here are some things I have tried, and they do help me, at least a little. Riding a bike. Or walking. Or yoga. Even just stretching. MOVING!! 2. Learning how to bake. I… Continue reading When the sun sets at 4:30 p.m.
Excellent piece of fiction, paired with my photograph!
It was such a tiny, tremulous cry. A little robin’s egg beg, a small but bright
But I heard nothing, or I heard but didn’t hear because by the time I process the itty-bitty
Enough to bother wondering where it came from, this precious wee
I immediately recognize that the situation has already escalated, so
If nothing else, there must have been other signs, and we’d missed them, as it is only just now that we all seem to be looking around, first at each other, and then, eventually, at
Oh such a little lost lamb of a lady,
Everybody’s grandmother (not mine, of course, my grandmother on the white side was an absolute ox, and my abuela was steel and fire and would have, with only a glance, commanded us to save her and be grateful to have had the chance) but the type of…
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