Monthly Archives: November 2015

Walk it off

I’m reading Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, and I’m struck by the way she is brave, defiant, vulnerable, and often embarrassing. It takes courage to write about how we’re ridiculous. Human. I was younger than she was when I set off for Europe by myself. Determined to … Read more

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This terrible love

I’ve been getting hot chocolate with my father, while my son has his trumpet lesson. The girl in the coffee shop is improbably tanned. Remembers what I drink. Asks if I play an instrument, too. It’s not quite flirting. But more than friendly. Girls.

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