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Monthly Archives: July 2009

matte or shiny, that is the question.

On route to a wedding. ME: Do you like my face matte or shiny? He’s trying to drive, but he manages to look. He can hear the intensity in my voice. SI: I’ve never pondered that before. ME: Well, ponder it now. SI: Can you do half and half so I can compare…no…you probably can’t [...]

why can’t i be tall?

I asked Mateo, my tutoring student, what grade he was in, ’cause for the life of me I couldn’t remember. Neglectful French tutor that I am! Grade 4? Grade 5? Grade 6? You’re in school right? He looked at me in disbelief. MATEO: Grade 3! What’s your name again? (He, on the other hand, cannot [...]

confusion be gone

FRIEND: Does Simon get upset reading your Goldberg story? ME: No. Definitely not. He knows Kyle isn’t him. It’s not at all biographical. Okay, the stuff about the ants and Laser being pregnant in a hot climate, and the credit card thief, and the parkay floor, and the self-help—based on reality. True. But there is [...]

what, grandpa’s coming home?

sometimes goals are good

Here are my 2007 goals which I found floating on a gas receipt: 1. Develop a lighter attachment to food, which for me means less sugar a tangled process which i am constantly trying to set free. particularly difficult now that i have rekindled my love of twizzlers. damn. 2. Know God i’m reading the [...]

fantabulous is odor free

FOR THE WEEK OF JULY 19-25 WHAT I’M READING: Home by Marilynne Robinson. I feel connected to her as a writer because she was my friend’s book advisor. I feel special and in the know by association. You probably feel the same way about me as a blogger. WHAT ELSIE’S READING: My journals, examining every [...]

feeling the pink

change is a bitch dear daughter

Dear Elsie, We have made a change. Where once I lulled you to sleep through swaddling and rocking in my loving embrace, now I just hurl you into your crib and walk away, oblivious to your pained howling. Not quite true, but that’s how it feels doesn’t it? Change is like that; it feels wrong. [...]

fiction changes your brain: Goldberg

Previously on Goldberg She curls up on the apartment floor. Kyle will be home in an hour and no doubt be perturbed to find the apartment in the same state of disrepair. She sighs and waits for the shower. But the tears don’t come. No catharsis. “Shitballs!” She heaves herself to sitting and considers her [...]

i’m not sure how i feel about the world right now

Elsie rolled off my friend’s king sized bed on Friday. I guess she was finished her nap. Oh, the guilt.