Chemical

Yesterday 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 […]

Tea

How 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 […]

Skeletons Warming Themselves

I didn’t know three people who died this week. On Thursday, my meditation group mourned a parishioner who was shot by the police. I never met her. They talked about how okay Ms Danner was when she was okay, how you would never know she was ill. Someone held a piece of her knitting, just as the […]

Very Small Things

As the lesson said, “mustard seed,” I thought there must be smaller things than that, things so small that is the size of the faith that I have, like, perhaps a speck of dust. Last night I was taking the train home and suddenly realized that I had no money, and would never have any […]