SoulCycle

Scene: A SoulCycle Studio A dark room, but for a reddish glow that doesn’t seem to be coming from any bulb, but is rather sifting up through the floor.  It looks a little like fire and brimstone, I think.  That’s ironic, I think. The music is loud and seemingly lyric-less; the effect is a great […]

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Adult Style and Grace

Walking to work this morning, buoyed by the hope that is Thursday, I was thinking about how I seem to have fewer clumsy moments than I used to; how I dress better (due, admittedly, to the demands of a professional work environment); how I’m more confident, more poised, wiser than I’ve ever been. I dared […]

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Car-Loving People

Last winter, I slipped on the ice once a day.  It was always while walking home after work, always in the same spot, always when the rest of the city was clear and dry.  The ice snaked down in front of a small dry cleaning shop with a pink awning and an earnest mannequin wearing […]

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Solely Conscious

It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’m still awake for a number of reasons which cannot be expressed to the Internet, but which mostly concern too many thoughts and a book too good to stop reading. Also, my right arm is sore.  Just my right arm, and for no reason that I can think of.  That’s keeping […]

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Nature

I just asked one of my housemates, who is an Ohio boy (A Midwesterner!  My people!), if living in the city makes him miss nature. “You know,” I tried to explain, “Trees, grass, deer … ” He looked at me with amusement as Britta got him a glass of water: “Nope,” he said, taking a […]

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Cell Phone Theft on the Metro

Just out of Deanwood, there were shouts from the back of the car. Craning around, slowly emerging from early evening orange vinyl fog, we saw: Remaining was a young woman my age with palms outstretched, Middle aged woman frantically dialing the emergency hotline, And “step back; doors closing.” The woman talked into the oily phone, […]

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Bloodletting

The nurse didn’t see fit to tell me until later that I had bled all over arm, armrest, and the corner of my sweatshirt.  She could tell, I suspect, that I was a little green, and so withheld until it was over. Then she called another nurse over to mop me up, While I looked […]

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Third Time’s A

This is what happens when I venture out in public: I went to gas up my mother’s minivan this evening.  Drove up to the pump, got out, walked down the side, and promptly noticed that the gas tank wasn’t there. It was on the other side of the van. Embarrassed, I quickly got back in […]

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Mi Sofa Es Tu Sofa

My gentleman caller and I were hanging out last night, and when it reached 11:30 and no more Virginia Woolf could be absorbed, nor more Latin American history terms memorized, I walked him downstairs to the front door.  The living room was pitch black, and so I was naturally startled when a voice emerged from […]

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Old Business and New

Saturday night, I forgot to tell you, I accepted a miniature cupcake from a tray thrust at me by strangers wearing red white and blue and dangling a large American flag out of the window of their minivan.  They had apparently been circling campus for the past hour and a half, because, although we denied […]

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