Daily thoughts

On the phone

January 19, 2016

When am I ever not on the phone? That used to be a question that meant I might have been a talker, yakking to my friends and family at every opportunity. These days, I barely speak, but am more likely to be staring intently at the small screen. My phone seems to be the center […]

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A worm composting disaster

August 9, 2015

Thousands of them died an excruciating death and it was entirely my fault. They were worms, compost worms, and I had been keeping them in my Can-O-Worms compost bin for years. The Can-O-Worms is a round bin designed with several trays that slowly fill up with the vegetable matter I would put in it most […]

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August 2, 2015

I have one sibling, a sister. She is three years and six months older than me. We do not speak. The last time I spoke to her was in 2000 when I called her to tell her our uncle had died. He was the last of my mother’s siblings to die. My mother had already […]

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June 16, 2015

We are lying buried in the sand, me and my sister. I am five and she is eight and we want it that way. We have thrown ourselves on the sand side by side, skinny little bodies in our blue Speedos, shrieking, “Bury us! Bury us!” Using his hands as shovels, my father knelt down […]

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Music to my ears

June 15, 2015

My father was deaf. He started going deaf when I was about six years old as a direct consequence of his job as a pilot. In those days, the engines were right next to the cockpit and somehow the correlation between loud noise and deafness did not attract much attention. I have always understood my […]

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Working out

May 28, 2015

I have started back at the gym recently and have realized that at least part of the ritual is the workout before I get there. I am talking about putting on my workout clothes.  I wriggle and puff and pant just putting on my workout bra. My post-modern corset, the strap that sits just below […]

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May 22, 2015

They say she is spoiled. It is how they interpret her cool reserve, her aloofness, her cold bitch self. But I know another side of her she does not like to reveal. She has had troubles in spades and, if you knew her family, you would know what I mean. She watched while her father […]

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May 19, 2015

I say I am overwhelmed but, frankly, I am not even sure what I mean. There is too much to do, for sure, but it will get done. It always does and usually just in time. It would be so much easier if I did not sweat, did not toss and turn at night, did […]

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May 13, 2015

She loves him. He is her teacher and she has a naivety that prevents her from seeing him as he really is. He wants to suck her blood. He is a washed-up writer who has run out of ideas and she is a young woman for whom writing is second-nature. He is so envious of […]

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May 9, 2015

There, on the rug, was a note written on expensive linen notepaper, folded in half and tossed casually towards one corner as if he had not planned it at all. The rug was the centerpiece, not only of the room, but the house. He had paid more than a million dollars for it, a pure […]

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