While avoiding writing today, I found a book on my shelf from the eighties called "Writing Down the Bones." My copy is yellowed and studded with bookmarks–receipts, clothing tags, and the business card of a Californian sculptor. It's not really my copy, but my grandma's, and the book's history only adds to its mystique. Hundreds …
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a modest proposal
I have a fiancé? I felt like I was acting, like Mom and I were doing undercover research for an exposé on the bridal industry.
half a mile of the american dream: a glimpse of route 66
Experiencing my own country with a foreigner is maybe as close to really traveling in it as I've ever gotten. Here with Victor, I delight in the little quirks that may surprise him. I explain why we always tip, and how much to plan on. I smile as he fumbles with the standard American how are you?, which tends …
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“make no little plans”: in chicago, the road trip begins
When Victor came to visit for two weeks in July, our travel plans were quite literally a rough sketch. The napkin on which I had scribbled ideas during a phone call became the backbone of our road trip. As the day of Victor's flight approached, we had little more than city names, a few reserved …
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flyover country
"It’s less than exhilarating, my existence here. Friends have moved on, to engagements and new cities. My old jobs are positively vintage, inaccessible. What’s left is family and this old house where each creak of the floorboards is familiar.
In a world so full of noise, this kind of quiet feels almost radical."
