Weightless

When I was eight, I decided to be an astronaut.  I wrote to NASA.  Wasn’t real mail exciting?  They sent me a whole packet of information the way the shuttle worked from toilets to booster rockets.  I devoured every word. Through my elementary school years, I was a great scientist.  I mixed household substances to […]

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Poetry

I remember phrases from childhood travels, not images or events.  Glass-bottomed boat.  Lion Country Safari.  Circus Circus. The musicality of the words meant more to me than the actual experiences. All I remember about the glass-bottomed boat was my incredulousness.  How could a boat have a glass bottom?  I pictured a little motorboat with a […]

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Where the Child Things Are

I wish Spike Jonze had invited me over to screen his new movie, and I would have said, “But what is this ABOUT?”  I don’t think the film takes a stand for or against conventional narrative structure, which bothered me, but then again, there is a good blanket fort. Max, in the movie, makes a […]

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Nothing Happened

I think from the first time I saw “Sesame Street,” I thought: I want to live in the city!  I want to live with a lot of weird people and mismatch architecture and monsters!  Get me out of here!  I hated that the suburbs were clean and neat.  There was no room for my anger […]

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