Pilgrimage

So this week I had my nervous breakdown at the Rubin. What happens when you move to New York is you freak out about the exact same crap in more glamorous places. Someone had set me off at school (quite unknowingly, and with every good intention, actually), and I think people on 18th Street could […]

Day [of Repentance.]

All right, here I am. Someone next to me is wearing stonewashed jeans ironically, but I’m still okay. It’s going to snow here tomorrow. I totally abandoned you while I was tangled up in my own problems. Here’s what I know, though: That is: 1. No one can tell you who you are. 2. Clothes […]

Wool

When other people are praised and I am not, I want to climb on a table with a whip. And scream at everyone how ungrateful they are. My family and I went for a walk the day after my grandma died. I had bought tights at this place on Fifth in Brooklyn, and I put […]

X. Or Whatever.

It occurs to me I am writing Lenten posts and not countdown to spring. Oh, well. Deep spiritual thoughts (three for the price of none): The most confusing and damnable part of the dark night is the suspicion and fear that much of the darkness is of one’s own making. – Constance Fitzgerald. For grace […]