Packing to go home after a month on Nantucket, rolling sweaters I don’t need but bought into my suitcase, shoving shoes and books into a box to ship, I’m wishing I had less pants and …
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things that I Have
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family calendar
I want to pass along to my children all of my good qualities, like maniacally finding something special about each and each month of life so that each day is thrilling even if for some …
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tomorrow will worry about itself
The bible tells us to not worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will worry about itself, each day has enough trouble of its own, but it’s just like, what if tomorrow FORGETS to worry about itself …
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Bekak
People love to spell my name Bekak, why is this? is the K in Bekah so confusing that it no longer seems or sounds like it comes from Rebecca, a very common and regular name. …
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humans vs. ideas
At the risk of sounding VERY VERY OBVIOUS I think the hardest part of character-driven writing is writing about human beings instead of ideas. So often I’ll be crafting something and realize, I’m thinking about …
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it hurts
The absolute VERY WORST part of Joe’s recent case of hand foot and mouth is in fact NOT that his fingers and toes are now peeling off like snake skin, but that he learned to …
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each other
We can wait, if you like, to ascend to some higher plane of being, at which point we’ll start directing all our mental and material resources towards existential questions and thinking nothing of our own …
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how now, brown brow
I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT I ACCIDENTALLY GOT MY EYEBROWS TINTED WAY TOO DARK AND SO TONIGHT THE ROLE OF OLD SURPRISED PUPPET WILL BE PLAYED BY….ME.
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monthly
Here’s what it’s like to be a woman: every month, one morning, you wake up and you feel different. Suddenly everything feels fragile and terrifying but also beautiful and profound. You’re regretful, you obsess over …
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The Blue and the Gray
Memorial Day is one of those holidays where you’re so wrapped up in your life that you lose sight of what it’s for, by which I might mean, all of the holidays? I stole a …