Monthly Archives: June 2013

with high fevers come extreme fever dreams. most of my dreams have been nightmares this week, except for this morning’s exception. i dreamed that i traveled back in time to land in 2008. none of the really bad stuff that would happen … Continue reading →

it won’t help for me to ask you to stop taking your health for granted, because if you have good health and have always had good health, then you have no concept of what chronic pain feels like and therefore don’t have … Continue reading →

confession: i gave her a cantaloupe for her birthday. i love her. cantaloupe love is true friend love. yay for vitamins a and c! i also lined her doorway with flowering potted plants: a begonia, a kalanchoe, and a pom-pom. it … Continue reading →

there’s a lot of crap in my inbox. i could tell you about it, but you probably have your own crap in your inbox and aren’t interested in hearing the details of mine. when i’m procrastinating, i open the crap. i unsubscribe from the crap … Continue reading →

hannah died at the age of 42 on february 10, 1840. hannah’s mother-in-law preceded her in death 363 days earlier at the age of 74 and is buried several gravesites east of hannah. after losing his mother and his first wife less than a year apart, josiah … Continue reading →

this week my home is room 12A, which is actually room 13. my room is small. european dive hotel small. new york apartment small. garden shed small. i’ve walked into all other rooms on this floor of the four-storied boarding house where … Continue reading →

i buy most of my clothes at thrift stores, not only because i’m thrifty and comprehensively pro-recycling, but also because i hate fashion. i hate the concept of “so-and-so is fashionable this season.” i accidentally walked into an h&m store today at the domain … Continue reading →

confession: i lay on the floor so that the bones in my leg with the pull of gravity press heavily against the muscles in my leg, in a form of self-massage from within that looks from the outside like lying still. i only … Continue reading →

a couple people have said nasty things about calling myself “pretty angel.” what they don’t know is that “pretty” is a nickname given to me by someone who took much from me, and the nickname was the only gift for me to reclaim. i … Continue reading →