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I'm a twentysomething MFA grad enjoying life in a state of flux, dreaming of Paris and San Francisco while loving the warm summer evenings in North Carolina. I'm a little irreverent, a little mercurial, with an uncanny knack for putting my foot in my mouth.
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Monthly Archives: February 2010
The Last Shall Be First…
…Apparently also applies to the Olympics. See, this is why I haven’t been watching. Because I tried with pairs skating and then had to stay up late to see the skaters who were actually good. As it got later and later, I thought, maybe I should just give up and go to bed. But then, [...]
Lent/Lint
So, I didn’t give anything up for Lent. Or, I haven’t, or I’m not giving up anything for Lent. Is Lent still going on? When is it over? Is it over already? And why is it that everyone else seems to know exactly when Lent starts, what it’s about, and when it’s over—except for me? [...]
Monday Morning
Yesterday, I spent the morning, as I do every Monday, watching Story. Monday was gorgeous in the morning. I walked to Sharon’s place, the sun shining and the air warm enough for a light sweater. Spring seemed inevitable, which made me feel relaxed and excited all at once. After Sharon left for her mom’s group, [...]
An Open Letter to 1-877-415-9257
Dear Telemarketer, caller ID: “800 Service,” who persists against my most vigilant efforts at ignoring your call: Your determination is admirable. Truly, a motivational speaker could use you as an example of Not Giving Up—the quality one must possess if one does not also possess unusual talent and/or impeccable connections. I’ve not given you a [...]
Shots and Pills
Today, I went to the doctor for malaria meds and to make sure I’m current on all my vaccines. Because I got about four million shots last year, I only had to get flu shots this year. My arms still feel tired and wimpy. Come on, arms, have you no memory? This was nothing! I [...]
Happy Valentine
Let me just say that Jesse and I have excellent timing. Case in point: When is a great time to argue about money? How about in the car, on the way to a marriage retreat in Myrtle Beach, on Valentine’s weekend? Seemed ideal to us, and so we fussed and griped and pouted and sulked [...]


From My Mother’s Journal, July 1988