November 3, 2026. I keep myself occupied all day. It turns out, it’s not too hard. Having a day off and feeling anxious is the worst. You might as well be anxious at work. But I don’t feel anxious on November 3, 2026. Not too much. I walk to vote, wearing a long navy flowered […]
Read More A Pretty Melancholy Response to Excellent NewsI’m fifty! Not fifty cents, or fifty pounds. Fifty years. My life and my anxiety disorder share space. They played well together through my transition to 50. I mean, it wasn’t anything. An idea. A way for my students to repeatedly say, “You can’t be 50,” and for me to say, “Well, thank you,” because […]
Read More Past the Finish LineI’m not comfortable with turning 50. Before I turned 30, I thought, I gotta get my shit together. So I arranged to get my teaching certificate before I turned 30. Before I turned 40, I thought about Mrs. Robinson in “The Graduate,” and reassured myself that I had moved to New York City, and had […]
Read More FolliesWhen you are on lockdown half a block from a murder, and later are told you probably know the shooter personally, it’s a bad week. When you are told the person who’s probably the shooter but who really knows has said he is so sorry, that is the next week, and it ain’t great, either. […]
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