My brother was explaining about the dryer: “Don’t use high heat. Don’t do that to your clothes.” I was in his basement, and I was realizing that someday he would likely say something similiar to me that I wouldn’t understand at all: “You have to blorp when you bleep blop, Liz. Otherwise the bloo won’t […]
Read More The HeatMy long road trip: let’s start with the very transcendent. A very good place to start. In a small wooden hall on a pier over the Atlantic, dozens and dozens of my extended family danced so hard there are concerns about structural damage. Boy cousins had dance battles. An MVP cousin directed all the gentlemen […]
Read More out and backYesterday I was up at the Cloisters looking at a famous painting of the annunciation. A teeny Jesus is flying in Mary’s window, teeny streaks of light behind him, a toothpick cross on his back. He reminds me of Tinkerbell. The tour guide said the announcement, the word of God, impregnated Mary, so Jesus […]
Read More ChemicalHow is the anxiety disorder? How is the Russian Tea Room? I prefer the Russian Tea Room. It took a glass of wine and a call to my mother to get me into Manhattan. I had successfully passed through lunchtime (for mysterious reasons a great anxiety trigger) and my oh-shit work is over I have nothing […]
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