Swimming

Lent brought me to my knees. I went back to work Tuesday distrustful. I walked to the subway Wednesday with my right knee only a little sore. I guess I am going to live. I did not give anything up for Lent, or add any practice. When my grandma died, the day after Ash Wednesday, […]

Comma

My knees the knees of an 87-year-old woman, I did not scream at guy who told me, we are only serving coffee until 3. I did not say, what kind of people limit their coffee to such hours, what kind of way is that to live, put whiskey in it, fine! A true 87-year-old would […]

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 […]