Fiction, Essay, Photography … Sometimes Vampires
Due to a surge in cases of the (highly contagious) Omicron variant of COVID, I stopped, like, going places for six weeks in December 2021-February 2022. I really like to go places, is the thing, so it's been tough. I mean, I've been stitching. And trying to read through the books that have been on… Continue reading Places I Have Been
This is what I have to show for the last 9-ish weeks of my life, though it's not exactly final yet. Need to plug some gaps and add more flowers but ... Two months of my life are in this cross-stitch of a fox. Two months of obsessions and wrist pain, anxiety and uncertainty and… Continue reading What does the fox stitch?
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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Laura Eppinger 