Monthly Archives: August 2011

confessions about money, thailand, tears, and art

confession: i’ve given more money away the past few months than i’ve made. that’s okay, i had it to give. but it is time to make money now, and i don’t want to. i want to give everything away and … Continue reading

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a birthday i can’t forget

i was born bi-sexual, it isn’t a choice. i didn’t realize i was bisexual, that i wasn’t “normal” if “normal” means “straight” and “straight” means “heterosexual,” until i was an 18-year-old junior in college and my philosophy professor gently guided … Continue reading

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pretty

a couple weeks ago a friend commented to me, “you’re not as pretentious as you think you are.” i don’t think i’m pretentious, and i’m not sure why he thinks that, but it may be something he inaccurately tied to … Continue reading

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confessions from duluth, minnesota

confession: walking, running, and dancing in the rain make me giddy. i did these first thing after waking yesterday. confession: i sleep better near the water. this week my king-size down-comforter egyptian-thread sheet ensconced hotel bed sits less than 200 … Continue reading

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weddings

my cousin got married on saturday night. this cousin is among the four that are more my siblings than cousins, the few blood relations that i would choose as family. he and i describe ourselves to others as the same … Continue reading

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writing re-visited

last night in writing workshop we were asked why we write. we’re asked this question at the beginning of every six-week session, and every time the answer i offer outloud to the group remains the same, some version of “i can’t … Continue reading

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spotlighted confessions

confession: i understood something differently yesterday, something i’ve been resisting and struggling against for many months, something i already understood but turned inside-out, which made more sense to me. i seek to understand. my curiosity points toward understanding, because understanding … Continue reading

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