. . . and then it snows four lush and powdery inches. It is so bright it hurts my eyes. I’m working from home today, as the winding country roads I take to work are guaranteed to be slippery and dangerous. Some days I slog through it anyhow, but today I decided to play…
The Space Between
Twenty Four BBC Radio One’s Friday Night Floor Fillers is booming. I am wielding a mascara wand with precision. It is 10:30 pm.My jeans are tight and ride low, hip bones jutting visibly, defiantly above the waistband. These hips, and wide hoop earrings, and tall tall shoes – they reflect my contradictory emotions. I am…
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Radio silence is partly the function of an overtired mind, the contents of which remain an uninteresting and shrill repetition of the same circular thoughts. You know them all. Insert whinge about job, about job market for certain aspiring professors, about commute, about the glass ceiling, about sleep (which I’ve been getting a relatively large…
That’s Amore
Ahhhh, my mama. She’s the oldest child of a pair of good Catholics who birthed seven children they couldn’t afford and would have had more if cancer hadn’t claimed my maternal grandmother’s reproductive organs. Mama is also the mother of five children, because after escaping her childhood household she decided she hadn’t had enough clamor…
Indulgence
Had a bitch session with a coworker. Better than chocolate, this!!