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Snapshot

Life: It’s cloudy out and I sort of wish I could spend the day sleeping, but I also have the day at home so I want to be productive. There are query letters fanned out across the carpet behind me, Gracie is sleeping in the living room, Oliver is staring out the kitchen window, I [...]
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Snapshots

This is life right now: We spent Sunday afternoon in Myrtle Beach, exploring, and we found two places we’d not been before. The first was a trashy flea market where we walked in the heat, melting, my long summer dress clinging to my legs, and looked at cheap guitars, gaudy turquoise rings, old cast iron [...]
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On Mourning the Housewife

All right then, since we’re on Awkward Topics, let’s talk about my employment status. Let’s just go there. I suppose the technical term for me is “underemployed.” I’m not unemployed, a distinction I feel is important. But the job I have is decidedly not full-time. After I graduated with my MFA in 2008 (yeah, we’ll [...]
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Rest

Last Sunday, I had an epiphany. Well, it had been brewing for a while, but Sunday afternoon was when I decided to get serious about it. Sometime last week, Jesse observed: “You never just sit.” I may stop for a moment, but even in my times of “rest,” I’m always consuming something or doing something—reading, [...]
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A Good Story

The other day, while stationed on the couch, trying to recover from The Plague, I watched Don Miller’s message at Willow Creek from a couple Sundays back. Simona had sent me the link and told me to watch it, so I did. And I’ve been thinking about it since. The message was nothing fancy, but [...]
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Saying Something

Last night, we watched It Might Get Loud and I thought about art and what it means to struggle and then about important things like sentences and how pretty a black suit can be when set against a backdrop of grass so green it verges on neon. I thought about what it meant to play [...]
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House Number Four

We spent a whirlwind weekend in Charlotte, house hunting for my aunt, who is moving from San Francisco to Charlotte and needs a place to rent for half a year or so. If house hunting is difficult, just try doing it for someone else! Yipes! The pressure was kind of intense, even though Joannie’s instructions [...]
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