November 2010
8 posts
“I wondered whether I would ever be in love with a boy. Would I? Why not? Why not? Right then and there I vowed and dared and bet that sky and the trees— I swore on Estherina Foster’s grave— that I would. But it wouldn’t be a boy like Mike. Nobody like that. It would be a boy very far away— and I would go there someday and find him. he would just be there. And I...
You sell your car. You can’t put your finger on exactly what made you give it up. Maybe the new job with the real desk and desktop computer and work e-mail address and all-you-can-steal Post-Its. Maybe the new, but comfortably worn-in boyfriend with his morning bagel and his collection of plaid and his winter nighttime cough and those tired, post-cough “Sorry”’s. Perhaps it’s the coat rack you...
I just realized that I’m living that part of my life that I’ll be telling my kids eye-roll-inducing stories about.
This morning I was about to apply some chapstick when the little chapstick nub that was left popped up and fell to the ground, sticky side down. I thought, “Bummer. I’ll go to the bodega next to Jack’s,” because that is where I have gotten every chapstick I’ve had for the past year and a half and I know they have the kind I like. And then I thought, what if this...
