Greek yogurt with blueberries, sandalwood incense, cabernet, reading glasses. Hesitation. That's new, too ( Read more... )

Here's what's what: I don't know anything.

How are we reacting to the catastrophes on the other side of the world? Here in the states there seems to be surprisingly little discourse on the hundreds of thousands of human lives lost. We all have our own troubles to sort through, in a mess of distractions nonetheless. Despite the fact that these tragic happenings are a little too ( Read more... )

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Nowadays I'm something of a characature, having quit cigarettes and picked up vegetarianism & yoga & Pema Chodron books, replaced nicotine with hair-cutting as my anxiety-reducing vice, cut away nearly all my summer-blonde and am left with winter-light-brown, a choppy mess. It suits me ( Read more... )

Among other things, I want to remember the poetry seminar, hiking in the waterfall Valley, all the smoke passed between Kelsey and I on that Orchard Hill balcony, piles of good literature stacked beside my bed, swallowed in violent Halloween crowds with new and old friends, rabbit picnics in the sun, Maine cabin weekends, two funerals in one week, ( Read more... )

This fiercely stubborn girl's on her own again. I don't know how many times I'll say I'm better on my own before I finally believe myself.

Since I turned twenty one I've only been kind of an alcoholic, if you phrase it gently. I have control of my head for the first time since puberty with much thanks to my therapist Cheryl, and a small daily ( Read more... )

I've been spending a lot of time at the doctor's lately. Today I learned that I probably have a kidney infection, so I'm poppin' the cipro. I was also recently prescribed zantac for my tummy and lorazepam for my head. It's creepy how they'll throw head pills at one like they're halloween candy ( Read more... )

Woke up in the North End and went to the haymarket with Ellen & Margaret. Nectarines for Greg, strawberries for myself. Blackberries and pink ladies. It was raining and drops kept forming on the tip of my nose. When I got home and cut open the peppers, they both had worms in them ( Read more... )

My attitude is on the up and up since I've started going into the city everyday for orientation. It's surreal to me - to spend a quiet 35 minutes on the commuter rail gazing out the window as we pass scenic marshy ocean inlets warehouses and dreary suburban neighborhoods, then to be pushed through North Station rushed underground into a subway car ( Read more... )