“My nemesis is dead. Now what?” - Michael Cunningham The intriguing part of that six word story is the second sentence. But I couldn’t get past the first. What is my nemesis? My own, personal demon that trips me up at every turn. That haunts my days and nights, threatening always, never resting. What is … Continue reading My Personal Demon
Month: December 2013
Success, you are dead to me.
An essay on my sad but necessary break with the word, 'success.'
A new perspective
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? Well, they're the people that you meet When you're walking down the street They're the people that you meet each day -People In Your Neighborhood, Sesame Street I want to write about the … Continue reading A new perspective
The Perfect Husband
During an otherwise uneventful drive, I said to my boyfriend about a man we know, "He makes the perfect husband, he is loyal and dependable." My boyfriend laughed, glancing at me and away from the road for longer than I was comfortable with, and said I was crazy, "And besides, no man would want to … Continue reading The Perfect Husband
Thoughts on Quotes on Death
"I don't want to go." - The 10th Doctor But that wasn't really death was it - it was rebirth, reincarnation. The wish fulfillment of a hundred million souls. What if... when we die we just get popped into a new body? Keep the memories, ditch the bad hair and judgy personality. Start all over, … Continue reading Thoughts on Quotes on Death
I bought a box of those clementines at the store the other day. All orange-like products taste better when the weather is gray. They taste like luxury. Like civilization and progress and modern instant gratification. Like all the good things our global connectedness can provide. I know nothing about how they arrive at my grocery … Continue reading Instant Gratification
When I was a child, growing up in the shadow of Manhattan, Philadelphia meant the bell with a crack and Ben Franklin with a kite. On a class trip to the capital of the United States, confused, I asked my teacher, where is the bell, where is the kite? The teacher sighed, but unsurprised (I … Continue reading My Philadelphia