Monthly Archives: April 2015

confessions before putting on a tutu

confession: sometimes the hardest part about going to therapy is having to put on clothes and leave the apartment. if i had a nudist therapist i could skip putting on clothes. my post-retirement grandmotherly church-choir-singing therapist would prefer to see … Continue reading

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for art and the artists

last tuesday was the funeral and everything about that day was harder and easier than i expected it to be. it was easy loving everybody. it was harder than i thought to say goodbye, to claim responsibility to fill the … Continue reading

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confessions of closed eyes

confession: if i repeatedly squeeze your triceps (i heart all muscles and triceps especially) i’ll probably give you a pass when you drunkenly squeeze my glutes. probably. depends on whether your squeeze is respectfully admiring or overtly sexual. confession: sometimes people … Continue reading

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red boots

i wore red boots to the funeral because my dress was black, my flask-less purse was black and full of kleenex (because this side of my family of choice is a sober crowd), and i needed some color to perk up my get up. … Continue reading

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earwax

have you ever cotton-swabbed your ears for several days in a row pulling dissatisfyingly clean q-tips out of your ear every time, but you know there is earwax in your ear because you can feeeeeel it inside your head? this … Continue reading

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confessions of and from my brain

confession: because my brain works in my favor to make stuff funnier, my brain randomly reads some written words as other funnier words on a regular basis. for example, yesterday in the grocery store my brain read the coca-cola life … Continue reading

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happy confessions of more

confession: while talking to me on the phone yesterday (i break my no-talking-on-the-phone rule for her), she sat on a swing in the hamptons telling me about a book she’s reading, one of those life-changing books that pricks the brain … Continue reading

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