motorcycle ride

we stopped into a santeria shop in little haiti last night. the man inside was about to close and he sold voodoo dolls and pictures of saints. he told us where to get good haitian food. it was the restaurant next door. it was cheap. then we kept driving on nw 2nd avenue with the windows rolled down. we heard people singing. we slowed. it was to our ( Read more... )

There's something called The Herald Guilt. I heard its official name last night, but experienced it for the first time two weeks ago ( Read more... )

i just got home from work. long day. sleep will be lovely.

I want to tell you about my drive to Miami. Isaac and I left around 7 p.m. Friday. We drove through the night but we're lazy, tired drivers so we stopped to get gas, stopped to stretch, stopped to nap, stopped to use a bathroom at least a half-dozen times before getting to Atlanta. There we stayed all day Saturday, and slept in a hotel downtown ( Read more... )

There's an eight-mile track in Kensington Metro Park that meanders around a pretty collection of lakes and trees and gigantic swans. Usually my friend Dave and I will ride our bikes there. I woke up yesterday morning determined to run the whole damn thing. And so I did.

The most amazingly violent/hateful game of Scrabble ever played:


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He said it's never been comfortable to put his arm around a girl's shoulders. Yet we leaned against each other effortlessly, my head on his arm while his foot tapped the beat.

It's so good. It's all so good ( Read more... )

I took my friend to Detroit. She'd never been there, probably like a lot of girls from South Carolina. It was Super Bowl weekend and this is what she saw.


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