Category Archives: Me in 1980’s I stand, washing out an empty bottle of hot sauce to prepare it for recycling, and wonder how clean it actually needs to be. “How do they get the paper label off,” I think, and “whatever gets the label off will surely get the leftover hot sauce I’m scrubbing by hand,” but I don’t stop, […]  I used to know everything. Or, at least, I thought I knew everything I needed to. About myself, about life. I knew what love looked like. Intense highs and lows were ingredients of passion and being truly seen. I used to be invincible. I dove from planes, got in cars with people I’d just met, […]  Random stories and the images they bring come to me often. I’ve written about the now-horrifying book Brave Mr. Buckingham saying “that didn’t hurt!” and how each time Tucker loses a tooth, I think of that line. It’s been years since I set eyes on that story but I picture myself as a young child, […]  It was Easter Sunday, and I was eight years old. We’d moved into a new house that summer, and winter came before we landscaped much, so the backyard didn’t have grass or mulch or anything. The yard was sunken, so melted snow and rain made a shallow but large pool of mud. My brothers and […]  Being Left Behind “It’s easier to leave than to be left,” I cried. Staying meant seeing the places we’d laughed in, loved in. Leaving felt exotic and brave. Staying? Yuck. He held my hand, fingers woven together. “I promise we’ll see this again” he said. “Our connection will never be broken.” I agreed. “Let’s get […]  Today, I created three new recycling bags of packing paper looking for a photo of my brother and I with my grandparents. I won’t give any more away because I’ll use that photo one of these weeks. Speaking of packing paper… I unwound a huge taped-up wad of it to find a charging cord, a […] |
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