found this little ditty in the archives of my phone today. My friend Paulina read it aloud as we sat in the sun getting our first sunburn of the season. Right now I'm sitting in my living room, dwarfed by stacks of boxes big and small. To my right, the three foot Skier Santa from…
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Life’s Creative Seam
I walk around all day with a voice in my head – apparently my very good friend Paulina does as well. This year it’s been especially chatty, something I assume has to do with the end-of-days vibe CNN so joyfully puts to music from dawn until, well, dawn. I’ve also spent more time alone this…
Great Expirations
Expiration dates. The very words bring to mind the fuzzy black stamp I would search for on the gallon jugs of milk in our fridge as a kid. Is the milk bad? Mom would ask. It’s one day past the expiration date, I don’t know! I would yell back. Smell it! She’d respond. What does…
Commuter Pains and Sweaty Trains
I’m pretty sure whatever noise the iPhone alarm defaults to is and always will be the worst noise I’ve ever heard. My first thoughts of the day rush into my brain as I attempt to claw my way back into the dream I was having. I open my eyes. Hudson is staring at me –…
When you want a dog.
Get a dog they said. It will be fun they said. Actually, I don’t remember having that conversation with anyone. In retrospect, I probably should have. But, honestly, I didn’t need to. I know what having a dog entails. It’s a shit show. Lit. Er. Al. Ly. And I use that word in the most…
The Dog Hair Diaries 