Archive for October, 2010
October 8, 2010
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I didn’t want to walk down the old streets yesterday. I had what I thought was a meeting, which turned out to be a “social lunch,” and I was freaking out the whole time because talking without an agenda with a stranger is so precarious; who knows what kind of fucked up shit I'm going [...]
October 6, 2010
Big Brown Bag
My mother and I lived on Roosevelt Island. This is 1979-1983, fifth grade through eighth, between Husband Three and Husband Four, "just me and her," plus the neglected Persian cat, and her lazy Susan of boyfriends. Roosevelt Island was a spit in the East River, its newish condos and rentals flanked on both sides by [...]
October 4, 2010
Ou est la plume de ma sante
My cat is putting on his winter coat.The heat is hissing like we thought we'd never need again, and I'm sad to watch it turn so early black. Yesterday I talked my family out of a kidnapping; keep me, I said, in the native tongue, and my spine was straight, willing to be broken. I [...]
October 1, 2010
Last week’s notebook
7:15 on a Friday night, we're so old that we already ate dinner at the diner around the corner, where a couple had two children under the age of three, one of whom was barfing white fluid from its face and crying, so why didn’t they take him out of the restaurant? Why in the [...]
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