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October 19, 2011
yes, we have no bananas (that will please you, bitch)
This morning at Blendz Cafe in Woodfield Country Club, a woman, mid-50s, brunette ponytail, racer-back tank, coordinated running shorts, says to the bartender in a voice loud enough for me to turn and stare, to see who would actually speak…
October 13, 2011
book clubbing + new friend loving
Tonight was good. I had planned to meet a few women for drinks and dinner, then I’d race off early to make it to the new book club I was invited to join. Love nights like that, where you get…
October 11, 2011
in the wish + all that jazz
This was totally me. This is the life I’d always imaged from my one-bedroom Upper West Side apartment. I wanted this *right here,* this kid-sopped life of learning, finger paint, and gusto. A life with a smock. And I’m in…
October 3, 2011
putting the jingle back in my balls
“Work hard, play hard,” I once said, “turns out to just be hard.”
Well, that was just plain wrong. Work hard, play hard—shouldn’t they be two in the same? We’ve all heard it. Hell, I’ve said it. Work, if you’re…
September 29, 2011
straight up & thirty… six
36. That’s what it’s taken. 36 is the age where I’ve officially begun to speak about aging. I can’t say that this is fully true, but it feels true. Like, I’m sure you could comb the Greek Tragedy archives and…
September 21, 2011
in your hour of miss
I‘m cranky and tired and don’t feel like adventure, which isn’t like me. Today I went into a Forever 21 inside the Town Center mall, and I found myself letting out a little whine because the Forever 21 here in…
September 20, 2011
italian plum bars
I‘ve learned that there are new neighbors in our development. Hence, the flour and sugar. I happened to have twenty-four Italian prune plums on hand, because, well, that’s just the kind of psycho kitchen I keep. The violet gems aren’t…
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