Me: I think I got lovebombed. I didn’t know what that was until after but I guess it’s a thing that has a name.Therapist: Did the person you were dating have qualities of a narcissist?Me: What?! I don’t know! What are the qualities of a narcissist? Was I dating a narcissist?!Therapist: Lovebombing can be a […]
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Speak Spanish to me
I’ve been listening to a lot of Spanish music lately. Mon La Ferte and Bomba Estereo both came out with new albums this year that are fun and funky and that’s where I started but then I kept going. Back to Julieta Vanegas, Juanes, Manu Chao, Calle 13 and Shakira–the Spanish-singing stars of the aughts. […]
Maps
Our house if full of quotes (candles and black yarn and bones) to honor the darkness and meditate on it. At first I thought this quote from Anne Carson was the darkest one– I wanted to find one law to cover all of living, I found fear. A list of my nightmares is the map […]
The moon
In the last hour of my drive from Denver to Kansas City I watched a waning gibbous moon rise in the east, yellow and huge just over my destination. A few days later, on the drive back to Denver: the reverse: the moon descended slowly through my windshield, unassuming in the still-lit blue sky. I […]
Romance
By Jean Sibelius is what I’ve been playing on the piano recently. My dad asked me why I liked it. Which was a good question I’d never thought about it before. I like the part where a fermata hovers boldly over a bar. Fermatas mean hold longer than normal–it’s at the player’s discretion. But this […]
Wokesgiving part 3
An uncle at Thanksgiving: I’ve been reading your blog. Me: I regret everything I’ve written.
Wokesgiving part 2
Mom: There’s a typo in your blog. Me: I have like five hundred blog posts. Sometimes I make typos. Mom: Also the first Thanksgiving wasn’t in Virginia. Me: Well we were talking about Virginia last night I don’t know. That’s not really the point of the post. Mom: But as a writer that’s your job. […]
Wokesgiving
Mom: We shouldn’t even do thanksgiving anymore. The whole story is a lie. Do you know what really happened between the settlers and the Indians in Virginia? Me: You guys are pretty woke parents. Dad: What’s woke? Mom: AOC says the term woke is over. So Thanksgiving and woke are canceled this year but the […]
Death and the night sky
I slept in the Utah desert for three nights last month. Just me and my bike. Like I do. And like I do, fear set in as soon as the sun started going down on that first night. It’s scary out there, alone in the wild. I tried to talk myself down on the drive–I […]
Brain, music, memory
When I was a kid I played the piano a lot and for a long time. I was good. I got good. Then I grew up and I stopped. In New York City no one I knew I had a piano. Some people had keyboards but a keyboard could never do Chopin justice. It just […]
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