Category: my life

Yuppies

Yuppies

Perhaps it’s the writer in me, perhaps it’s my mother’s nosiness, but when I eat at restaurants, I can’t help but observe the diners sitting around me. On a recent trip to Buffalo, New York, for the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, my husband and I ate dinner at a local vegetarian-friendly restaurant called Merge....

Winter blessing Spring

Winter blessing Spring

The snow melts slowly over the candle flame, first compacting into slush and then pooling at the bottom of the mason jar. Sakura-scented incense smoke rises and curls above the altar as I hum a chant, my prayer to spring. When the snow transforms completely to water, I begin the work of planting seeds for...

Refresh

Refresh

Living with a chronic illness means that you have to be able to change plans based on how you’re feeling. If you don’t want people to see you as an unreliable flake (especially if your illness is invisible, like mine), you have to plan ahead and be ready to get things done on your good...

hold on/let go

hold on/let go

I have tried writing about it, and I have tried not writing about it. I have tried writing about other things—books I have read, music I have been listening to, documentaries I’ve watched—but these feel insubstantial and out of reach. The only story I can hold onto right now is the one I’m living, and...

Ceremony: The Upstage, 2005

Ceremony: The Upstage, 2005

The night is cold, and our black tank tops, mini-skirts, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots provide no protection. But the club is only a block away, and we don’t want to pay the $3 to check our coats. At the door the bouncer checks our IDs, puts a big black X on each hand—we can...