Today is the first day of 2018. It’s a Monday, the first day of the week, and that is satisfying. A reset day for a reset year.
Read MoreAt 2:30pm on Thursdays, I take the key to the bathroom to reapply my lipstick. I wrap up whatever email I’m writing or article I’m flowing and at 2:45, I walk across Madison Square Park for my weekly 3:00pm appointment.
Read MoreIt’s not eggplant, nor is it marsala (2015’s famously mystery meat colored disaster), and it’s definitely not lilac. It’s not quite Barney-level magenta, nor is it the dusty shade of Ursula’s aubergine skin in The Little Mermaid. It’s just...purple.
Read MoreSome people know you so well—the good parts and the bad—that you cannot help but love them. It’s physically impossible not to.
Read MoreShe has stood inside the eye of a tornado enough times to know how to stay
even when circumstance wants to chess piece her
into some place she can’t be so blinding
I’m not sure when I would have gone to confession if it hadn’t been for my upcoming trip, but I was going to St. Louis for the weekend, which meant I was going to Mass at the Catholic Student Center, which meant I was going to Mass for the first time in several months, which meant I had to go to confession in order to receive the Eucharist.
Read MoreI knew which way to turn, where to grab a taxi. I knew the turns of the highway and the exits to take, the names of the roads, even the patterns of the traffic lights and crosswalks. It was uncanny—at once completely familiar but entirely strange.
Read MoreOver the years I've become good friends with my sadness and worries. I cannot say the same about anger.
Read MoreYou live and breathe paradox and contradiction, but you can no more see the beauty of them than the fish can see the beauty of the water.
— Michael Frayn, Copenhagen
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Why do we mark our time on Earth by the number of times we go around the Sun? It's a celebration of life, maybe, but I can't help but think about it as Congratulations, you didn't die.
Read MoreI want my slow mornings and runs on the river back. I want to wake up and actually wake up and I want to fall asleep easily at night again. I want to sip freshly brewed coffee and read and write and read some more.
Read MoreI called my mother and my college roommate excessively. I had a therapy appointment the next day (yes, I planned it that way). An old friend from Boston drove down that weekend. I cried a lot.
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