Moves

J’ouvert was this morning at 6 am. The beginning of the transplanted-for-weather-Carnivale here in Brooklyn. Usually it began at 3 or 4 am. Perhaps this is about slaves having to secretly celebrate. J’ouvert means, “day opening,” or “I open.” This year it was moved to 6, and accompanied by an even-greater police presence, and enormous […]

Dream

I feel certain that my suffering is someone else’s fault, I just cannot settle on whose fault it is. My sister and I decided to finally visit Walt Disney’s hometown. She had taken the day off work. We didn’t have a plan. I had a bad cold. I drove her car because driving is one […]

How to Defeat Nazis, or, Haven’t We Done This Before Except the President Was the Good Guy?

Top Cottage was the little retreat FDR had built for himself, but only used a bit. He had a few folks up there, a king and queen, sat with Winston Churchill and talked about the bomb. Then he died. FDR. Though Churchill died, too, I’m sad to say. They both could be assholes. Complete assholes. […]

Anxiety Goes to the Monastery

Oh. That’s the problem. Not the panic attacks, the anxiety, the what happened and didn’t in New York, the what does it mean to not be a New Yorker or to leave. Not any of that. My sister friend asked what I was afraid of, and I said, “I’m not worthy.” Nuns again for […]