Monthly Archives: August 2012

Something good

I’m quite good at reading people, which makes me cocky, which means when I’m wrong, I’m exponentially wrong. I was wrong a week ago.

I process nearly a million dollars one day a month, every month. I have two hours to process 396 checks, and … Read more

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I sent you a card

This has been a week of casual kindness; they all are, of course, but sometimes I need it more. I need casual kindness.

I need my boss to tell me he’s convinced I can build rocket ships.

I need my client to say he never … Read more

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Kali

My boss loves to remind us, “Nobody gets out of here alive.”

The house feels different. Lighter. And bewildering. I walk through the rooms and they seem empty. Latte sleeps close by. She is baffled the way I am baffled. We look, everywhere, for the … Read more

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Redemption sleep

This has been a graphic novel kinda week: King City, Stuff of Legend, Umbrella Academy. And I’ve been thinking a lot about redemption, because of something Marjane Satrapi said in an interview. Something about life being imperfect, and art often missing the opportunity to capture … Read more

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Paint your face

The first time I heard the expression “painted woman” it struck me as precisely right. I used to sit in the bathroom and watch the mirror as my mother painted her face. It was exhilarating, watching her eyes grow bigger and darker. This secret mother … Read more

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The unsendable letter

Sometimes we jump right to forgiveness. We’ve decided enough time has passed, or we don’t want to be the kind of person who hangs on to injury, perhaps we just want to be done. And so we skip anger, or give it the abridged version, … Read more

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What’s in it for me?

The kid and I get separated from Mary, and have to try on shirts without her feedback.

“Dude. Come help me choose?”

“Your shirts are your responsibility.”

“Yeah, just tell me if they look silly.”

“You look cute,” he says, when I try on the … Read more

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Symbolize

The whole Fox Mulder thing, right? That’s what I’ve been thinking about. The idea of a martyr becoming the cause. The Dark Knight Rises is toying with the difference between being a martyr and being a symbol. The story wants you to believe that people … Read more

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Book people

We have books in the car. Books on nearly every surface of the house. Books in our bags. Books at work. At some point, someone will begin reading aloud to you, which is particularly irritating because you were just about to read aloud to them.… Read more

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Just a slip of a girl

There’s nothing like a canoe for making you think about power. And our first five minutes in one were not heroic minutes.

“Jill Malone!” Mary said. “Stop trying to steer from the front.” And then, moments later. “Jill Malone! You are not leading this dance.”… Read more

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