I stayed in New York City for Christmas that year. All three of my roommates vacated our apartment for the holiday and I was alone with the fake tree that I’d found on the curb weeks earlier. But you know, New York City was far from empty. My friends Ben and Jessica were in town […]
Category: Culture
glitter
In the middle of a yoga class the other day I found a piece of glitter on my foot. For a second I was confused about how it got there, but then I remembered: I made a sign for a coworker that had glitter on it and put it in my bike bag. Then next […]
Calendula
Delia picked me a bouquet of flowers from the backyard. It’s Calendula. It’s good for healing wounds, she said. You can eat it. Or you can dream with it. So I’m expecting dreams of orange and pink.
Juneteenth
When I say abolish the police, I also mean the cop in my head and in my heart. — Tourmaline, artist, filmmaker, activist
Dating vignettes: a pandemic
We met in early March (online!). I don’t date online very much and I was not feeling very optimistic. It is a bunch of people with mostly the same face asking if you want to go to a show. But then someone asked me if I wanted to knit at the library. And I can’t […]
Stories from before times: Dinty Moore’s
There is a 15-stool bar in the small town of Nebraska City called Dinty Moore’s. From my studio window I could almost see the sign that hung on a post over the door. Dinty Moore’s has quite a history: officially it has been in operation since 1906 but it’s very possible the place has been […]
Past life
I miss my old life. I miss my friends. I miss the regulars at Sunday night yoga–how we would all help the teacher close down the studio after the last class and linger chatting at the door. I miss my writing class in the LES studio apartment with a drafty window. I miss the bike […]
How’s grad school going? I already hate it
Grad school: Can you please send us a transcript from the public South American university where you studied abroad in 2009? Me: lol. No.
Experiments in social distancing (quarantine day: unknown)
A few days a week I run to the top of the tallest hill by my house. (Oh have I mentioned?–I’m a runner now.) The road that goes up the hill is quiet. There are few houses and no shops. A long long time ago glaciers inched across New York State slowly pushing rocks aside […]
Telling a story: day 22
“All of [the transformative movements from the past] understood that the process of shifting cultural values–though somewhat ephemeral and difficult to quantify–was central to their work. And so they dreamed in public, showed humanity a better version of itself, modeled different values in their own behavior, and in the process liberated the political imagination and […]
Anne Foster 