On Christmas Eve I asked Josh to walk home with me from church, so our parents drove and we hoofed it the four blank suburban blocks home in the dark, cars whizzing by. I had read in the paper earlier that there was a special cluster of stars making an appearance this week, just left of Orion’s belt. I squinted at the eastern sky but saw only ( Read more... )

Holly GoLightly had this thing, “the mean reds.” I forget now what she did to combat them; demurely munch a doughnut and coffee in front of Tiffany’s in her black dress and evening gloves at seven in the morning, I think ( Read more... )

Since I got dumped Friday night [in a car - gasp - familiar!], I briefly considered taking down the previous post and possibly sparing myself some abject humiliation. But, ‘comon. This is a record of sorts … the high highs and low lows and how poetically attached I get after a few brief dates [seconds ( Read more... )

First of all, his eyes are a flippin’ drug to me. I’m freebasing those shock-blue pupils and coughing up huge baffled laughs. You like me? I like you? What the hell is going on ( Read more... )

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What was it with this gorgeous day? That warm breeze could not have caressed everything more sweetly; t-shirt and jeans weather, sandal weather, the whole park green and good natured. I flopped on my stomach in the shade and I swear those lazy gnats glowed against the treetops, circling so beautifully over my head.


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From a letter to Stephen, now transplanted in Utah ( Read more... )

The heat broke. Thank gods of every shape and kind; the heat finally broke. I snapped off my air conditioning Thursday morning and threw open the windows on every side of the apartment. The noises of the streets, the bugs and birds have filtered through and ended my frigid isolation; the wind sweeps in the rest of the world, and I remember it’s not ( Read more... )

Let it be said and said quite emphatically that I adore my brother.


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I saw a gaggle of firemen today, in the more tepid blue uniforms of their fighting, buttoned down, brass buttons. The eight of them held up a wall and gazed down the corridor and the patches knit onto their triceps pulsed in red stitches, white cloth ( Read more... )