A Well-Tended Muse
When there are too many things for the hours in the day, call upon a well-tended muse.
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Be.
Rest in cool water. Dance in flame. Lick up morsels lobbed onto my plate. I was born in ease, In the universe, In myself. Hung the world round my neck, Its weight pulling nearer, nearer to the floor. Stop that. Let it clatter on the floorboards. Skip into the mud forest. Find a shelf fungus,…
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Hello, Righteous Rant
Learning to be conscious through a travel delay in a pandemic year, while mercury is in retrograde.
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Happiness: The Basics
You know, Michelle’s not happy. A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend who recently went through divorce. She mentioned that in the course of her separation process, someone we both know, pointed to me and my situation and said THAT. First, WTF. How does someone in another state who I talk to…
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Conversion
I was thinking about the boom box at Baskin Robbins the other day. The tinny sound of Mix 105.5 floating over the trickle of water through the scoop basins and the chorus hum of freezers. I can’t hear a Billy Idol song without thinking of that boom box (was every night 80s night?). Natalie Imbruglia,…
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Boyfriends
A year ago this month, my then-boyfriend of four or five months abruptly broke up with me with little explanation. And he did it in sort of an angry way, four days after my grandpa passed away. I went to the funeral devastated. I went to work. I took my son to swimming lessons. I…
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The thorns we keep
Do you, my dear reader, have a story you can put down?
It’s just a story, after all.
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I don’t know.
Why fall feels hopeful.
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Be bad at ANYTHING
There’s an unspoken rule, once you reach real adulthood (I’m not talking age 18—I mean the time in life when you can really do you) that you should only do things you are good at. That rule is silly. And it sucks. Literally it sucks all the fun out of life.
