On the sit down
There were too many males at the table. Occasionally they ganged up on me. In retrospect, that’s probably a good sign. It means they’ll all get along fine.
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On Indian stuffed animals and band rehearsals
I was with my boyfriend, the Indian boy. We were in Brooklyn. We were in a diner-type restaurant which I swore at the time was familiar. I must have seen it in dreams or something. It was open-air. We were outside. It was, come to think of it, a very lovely day…
...read more hereOn all the bad things
I think I know him a little bit. I’ve heard not just his voice but also his words. It’s difficult for me to believe that one who writes the words he does can be a “jerk” as he called himself when I saw him on Saturday. I cannot see a jerk in his lyrics. I cannot hear a jerk in his voice.
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On lateness
I must have looked an absolute mess pacing back and forth wringing my hands and talking to myself, trying to convince myself that he would indeed be there soon even though he was already (“Excuse me, miss, but can you tell me the time?”) twenty minutes late. I must have looked an awful, absolute mess…
...read more hereOn milestones
My friend from Boston and I have been friends forever. We’ve been friends since the Rock of Ages was a pebble. We’ve been friends since before sliced bread was the next “best thing.” We met round about the same time dirt was invented.
...read more hereOn the catharsis of forward motion
I’m not certain what made me feel so high this morning. It might have been the lack of sleep, the unresolved conflict, or the fact that I so enjoy the act of writing a letter, but I felt so elated that I offered to clear the snow away from the door. Yes, by myself. Yes, it was knee-deep.
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