I slept poorly last night and had terrible dreams which included a dream about buying and then shattering a very expensive bottle of liquor, a dream about being late to work, and a dream about my bike being stolen (which is a regularly occurring nightmare). When I try to describe the feeling of waking up […]
Author: anne
I ride words and I write bikes. I mean...
Happy 2020
May you live in interesting times.* *This phrase is sometimes referred to as the “Chinese curse” but actually there is no evidence of it being Chinese or proverbial. The first recorded use of the phrase came from a British statesman by way of an American congressman in the 1930s.* *I learned all of this from […]
Church
I went to a yoga class today and at the part of class where we say namaste I caught myself saying Amen. I blame it on the teacher’s voice which was low and poetically inclined. And when he spoke at the end I started spacing out a little and what I heard in my head […]
Hi meet your new basic girl
Maybe you are familiar with the term “basic” which is derived from “basic bitch” which refers to women who are, um, basic? Look, I really am not the expert on this but I think it’s like, mani-pedi, Madewell jeans, what did I miss on the bachelor, like my hair? gee thanks, just bought it, I’ll […]
Follow me home
Last night I felt like someone was following me home. I know this sounds alarming but actually I was not at all alarmed at the time (I am only slightly alarmed at myself now as I write this). Bear with me as I explain: If you ride your bike in New York City you know […]
Fresh cut
The other day a woman in a coffee shop told me that she liked my hair. I smiled at her but I also smiled to myself because earlier that day I’d been cursing my hair. It’s been falling out, you see, and I’ve been down about it. But–the fact that my hair is falling out […]
Lost: part 3
Students confuse teachers, patients confuse psychiatrists, lovers with confused hearts confuse lovers with clear hearts. – Tom Robbins On Sunday morning sometime in the 7 o’clock hour I sit on a bench reading a book and waiting for a bus. I often wait at this bus stop early in the morning and although I don’t […]
