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“Kinda,” I said. The Fault Was In Our Stars by John Green 8 min @ Sublime Espresso Bar, Kensington Market, TO I knew I used the wrong word from the sour look on Aunty’s face. I have, not I got. Since the day I reached Aunt Clarice’s house she’d been Read more…

Catching up with myself

I am behind on a handful of Middle Notes and countless quick dip writes. I could blame it on grief. In eight months I’ve mourned my father, an aunt, and in this past week my beloved grandmother. Planning funerals and wrapping up the details of a life are exhausting and Read more…

Yea, they turned back

Psalms 78.41, The Bible 8 min in bed @ Aunty’s, Queens NY, 1.24.13 It was a stupid plan. It wasn’t even a plan, hence the stupidity. “There’s a big difference between spontaneous and stupid, Arlene.” Georgie had only said that a million times. But she’d said just as many times Read more…

“You want sucky sucky?”

Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. by Chelsea Handler 8 min on the F train into Manhattan The visits with Genevieve and the baby were getting awkward. Brenda knew her friend thought she was a prude; Genevieve thought all Americans were uptight about their naked bodies. But Brenda had Read more…

Acting Lessons

I went to see the film Holy Motors last night.  Wow.  I hadn’t read any reviews because I didn’t want other people’s impressions to color my experience.  I do know that it made a ton of top ten lists and is lauded all over the globe.  But “Wow” is my Read more…