The woman who lives on the other side of my cubicle has verbal diarrhea. She also feels the need to narrate her entire day to no one in particular. She will also just stand up and lob non-sequiturs over our cursed three-quarter wall and because I am facing my computer to do a quaint little […]
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It’s fall. It’s definitely fall. I don’t care that we’ve had the first warm stretch since 2003 and I don’t care that I had a blissful prolonged float in the pool today, it is definitely fall. There’s something different at play here, something about how the angle of the light is softer, more diffused, creating […]
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It is August 1996. I am involved in a summer independent poetry workshop along with two classmates who are also beginning their senior year in the English major, Nate and Larry. It will give us three credits for summer and also give us fodder for the Distinction in the Major honor. Nate, with his tribal […]
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I’m so very tired. I’ve been seriously screwed in the sleep department for the last two weeks. I actually slept until noon on Sunday, until Esteban woke me up. I rarely sleep past 8 on weekends. He was starting to think something was wrong with me. But I’ve been staying up late, revising my manuscript […]
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I’ve just spent five minutes yelling at my husband. It didn’t really start out that way. Of course, it never is supposed to end up that way. On my drive home from school, through rain that is supposed to turn into sleet which will then turn into forty two inches of snow, I thought about […]
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There is a tiny little dwarf with a pickaxe who has somehow gotten into my skull and he’s going at the gray matter like there are diamonds to be found within the wrinkles. It’s migraine time again, kiddies. Oh happy day. I went home mid-morning yesterday, after fighting the burgeoning pain with caffeine and Advil […]
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Jake and I went to Jen Larsen’s literary reading in Berkeley with Monique and Jen Wade (who is one of the most brilliant and hysterical people I think I’ve met and might just possibly be perfect. If there is ass out there to be kicked, I think Jen is the girl to do it. With […]
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I wander around City Lights bookstore, dizzy by the stacks and stacks and stacks of words I love so much. I have tiny triumphs each time I see one of my beloved authors displayed, the authors I have to special order back in the land of John Grisham, Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele. The black […]
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I have a whole little pot of Body Shop lip balm. Born Lippy, it’s called. I think that’s what I should have called my web page. It’s too long. Too wordy. Seven big ass syllables, which is a whole lot when you consider that we live in a world where everything needs to fit into […]
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Yesterday, I wrote two poems. Not that I’m a poet, I consider myself a fiction/short story person, but poems seem to come easy. They are kind of like masturbation — Just for yourself when you feel like it, not much thought put into it. Fiction is like sex — short stories being quickies with strangers […]
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