Protected: Day Six Of Operation: Befriend Ants.

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Protected: Day Two of Operation: Befriend Ants.

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Protected: Unnamed Socialization Operation, Or, I Can Do This, I Can Do This, I Can Do This.

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The moral sense in mortals is the duty / We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty

At eleven thirty my mother calls my name from the living room. The rise and dip of the E resting into theĀ guttural peace of the A, this Emma, Eeeeeeeemmaaaaaaa, Eeeehmuhhh, if anything, this name means home to me, but only ever when taken from her mouth. I go and find a room lit by a [...]

Vacation.

These past few days I and the family have been in the north. When you leave a city whose name means strength for a the wide expanse of a wetland 300 kilometers away, you gain more than in the wheel rotation count of your automobile. When viewed from space, the Ebro Delta looks like the [...]

New York.

As I am exiting the Museum of Natural History, I pass a woman talking on the phone. She asks, “Is it wonderful?” and I think, “It is.” I am in New York, buying English books (at the Barnes & Noble on Fifth Avenue, thoughts of Kelly prompt me to purchase “The Cave” to replace “Death [...]

Protected: Tenth Grade Graduation Cruise.

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Okay, Rocky Song Time: Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.

Today I attempted to look tough. I donned my most no-nonsense outfit (which actual no-nonsense people would say is not very no-nonsense, especially considering it was purchased in a chic shopping mall, but how’s about we let that one go) and stood in a strategically dimmed corridor in front of the most robust mirror in [...]

Happy Birthday.

Still waiting around for that epiphany.

In Which I Wear A Party Hat. I Like This Party Hat. You Should See It.

It’s T minus forty-five minutes, and I feel like I should say a few words about this year. Yes, thank you very much for the croquets, no, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline that glass of champagne, Miss Applebaum. Yes, I’m quite sure. Can’t afford to arrive home tipsy, you know, Miss Applebaum? I’m wearing [...]