Valentine’s Day

Morning, Valentine’s Day, 2012. I bound out of my bedroom, dressed in red, grinning like a fool.  It’s one of my favorite holidays, particularly because of the general mood of goodwill that pervades the day.  Also because of the chocolate. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” I say to my roommate. With as much darkness as she can […]

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Best of Netflix: Spring 2014

*Many thanks to my housemate Jason’s parents for paying for the Netflix account which has enabled these viewings. **We offered to chip in, but they said no. ***So we relentlessly mooch. ****But will buy them a nice gift basket at Christmas. Netflix has both paralyzed and enhanced my TV and movie watching experiences.  Paralyzed because […]

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Addiction

I know what you’re thinking. “I don’t have a problem,” you say. “It’s just something I do when I need a pick-me-up,” you say. But friend, you have a problem. It’s not healthy. It’s not productive. It’s not doing your social life any favors, either. That’s why you’re here, though, isn’t it?  Because some small […]

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A Letter to You

Dear friends, I woke at 3:30 this morning to the sounds of my housemates trooping through with some friends.  They leaned against the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator (I imagined), and began to hold a loud conversation (I did not imagine this).  I located my phone in the dark and wrote a text on the thread […]

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Rain in November: A Brief Story

“I’d forgotten that it rains in November,” Holly said profoundly, leaning chin against palm and gazing out the window.  The neighbor’s plump yellow lab was crouched under the lilac bushes, as usual.  The bushes had lost their leaves over a month ago, but Francis seemed unaware that his cover was blown.  Anyone who walked down […]

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Orlando

It’s just past 4 p.m., and I, most blessed of women, am reclined beneath quilt, reading Orlando.  He frolics about Elizabethan England, writing poetry and serving the Queen and staring curiously at peasants frozen in the cold (which, Woolf tells us, we don’t have anymore).  And I listen to the sound of Grace’s mother arriving […]

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