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Sibling rivalry

I think this is the story. But it’s a story from when I was a kid so it could be wrong. But I think this is the story: We were on a raft in the Snake River in Wyoming. Mom, Dad, Bill, Nick and me. There was a raft guide and some nondescript strangers. The […]

Mexico

Every morning a group of boys probably between the ages of nine and thirteen showed up at the beach on a fancy golf cart with off-road wheels. Four or five of them crammed themselves in and held on to the back and held on to their surfboards when they left for the day. I’m pretty […]

Narcissa

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 […]

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 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. […]