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 […]
Read More Day [of Repentance.]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 […]
Read More WoolIt 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 […]
Read More X. Or Whatever.We need Lent to be sad. Today I was angry about 2 of 3 classes not getting with the program, into their lesson, which was a fine lesson, indeed, we read a bit of Tupac, they acted happy about that at first, but then ran off the rails, speaking of rails, I was angry my […]
Read More Day 11.
Going On 