Theoretically, the arrival of spring is inevitable. It doesn’t feel inevitable in April. We get handed a day of sun and short sleeves, the forsythia squint out, and then winter yanks us back. Today is forty degrees, overcast as a trenchcoat, and the wind slaps everyone in the face. Grow up! It’s not spring yet! […]
Read More Winter’s Last GrabSeveral years ago, I wrote letters and schemed to get my boss fired. It was a Friday afternoon when I got the news that he had been canned. (Please don’t waste any time here worrying about whether he deserved it– everyone was grateful to see him go.) A coworker appeared in my door and delivered […]
Read More More Tales of Intoxication and SobrietyOne summer, several years ago, I wrapped up an evening of art openings in my boyfriend’s neighbor’s loft, listening to beautiful Spanish poems recited. Everyone at this gathering was an artist of some sort, and conversation flowed around South American travel adventures, and paintings, and poets. I listened to their conversation begin to pool and […]
Read More Why I Stopped DrinkingI went straight from a Midwestern Baptist-style funeral to summer-steamed New Orleans. One minute I was singing a hymn in a pew, and hours later I was on a bus staring at the rehabbed Superdome, seeing the ghosts of the abandoned along the clean sidewalk. I had to say some firm, abbreviated goodbyes to get […]
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