This year I considered making a New Year’s Resolution to not shop at Amazon anymore. But that failed pretty quickly. It’s just that they have all of the obscure books and all of the obscure homeopathic remedies (yes those are basically the two categories of things that I buy on Amazon). Actually, first I considered […]
Author: anne
I ride words and I write bikes. I mean...
A fight with time
In school there were always those kids that did their homework in the car on the way home. Or during passing periods. Or in class even. Well I was not that kid. It haunts me still. Now that I have slightly overcommitted myself. With the jobs and the writing projects. And every day I feel […]
Death of the literary genius
I have always had a problem with literary geniuses. Or mostly with people being referred to as literary geniuses. At first I thought it was a gender thing. I was annoyed that most “geniuses” were men. Then I thought, you know, maybe the problem isn’t gender, it’s just pure jealousy. I want to be a […]
Resources
Finite resources: time, money, food, water Infinite resources: beauty, love, creativity, stories, art But somewhere along the line we started treating love like it was money and art like it was food.
It’s time to start talking about the end of capitalism
Recently there was an ordering mistake at the bakery and they ended up with about fifty pounds of extra bread. The pantries that we called just couldn’t handle any more bread donations. But there was a man on the train last night asking me for food. And there’s the Salvation Army a few blocks from […]
Church bells
A few weeks ago I spent the night at a convent in East Harlem. The nuns gave me a room on the third floor with a twin bed and a wardrobe and one high window and because of the angle all I could see outside was the sky and part of a church rooftop. It […]
The baker’s shift
Two days a week I show up at a Brooklyn pastry shop at 5:30am to pick up the day’s deliveries. When I get here the lights are on low and the windows are all fogged up. The baker has been here since I don’t know when but the way his bike leans up precariously against […]
