Joan Rivers has died. I wasn’t really a fan of her comedy, but her story is remarkable. She graduated top of her class at Barnard and made a name for herself in a male dominated industry. She was a trailblazer, a strong woman. I admire that. Death is so weird. I remember when my grandmother…
I like peaches. I recently learned the difference between freestone (flesh separates from the pit) and clingstone (flesh clings to the pit) peaches. There’s really no way to tell the difference by looking at a peach, but I’m not a fan of the clingstone ones. I cut my peaches in half, throw the pit out…
I used to wear overalls. I don’t anymore. I can’t figure out if I stopped wearing them because they became off trend, or if I just decided they were no longer a good look for me. Also, why don’t I roll my jeans anymore? Is that because no one else is doing it anymore, so I…
I’ve never been a very good fan. I have a hard time wearing things on my T-shirts. I’m not a big chanter, screamer, “Oh my God…” type of person. I do, however, love music and there have been two times in my life that I have slept on a sidewalk for concert tickets. Once in junior…
Here’s the thing with flowers. No matter how beautiful they are, no matter how much they cost or how many “oohs” and “ahhs” they get, they die. The junky weedy, sometimes lovely, daisy type flowers die the same way the gardenia dies. Isn’t that strange? All this time I’ve been thinking, emoting about the human…
Summer sucks for white girls. Maybe not all white girls, but for this white girl Summer is a reminder that I don’t belong at the lake tubing or some beach volleyball game. Maybe I have a few unresolved issues from high school, but I’m never going to be tan, cocoa oiled, and I’m tired of…
I was not born distractingly sexy or beautiful. Water doesn’t ripple down my abs and I can barely use a garden hose, but every now and then I look at people that are, for lack of better words, objectified, surface worshiped, and I wonder… Last week I was awakened by some obnoxious radio announcer in my…
Here’s how my crush on Stephen King got started. Alys (Alys in Underland) wrote a review of The Shining. I had to read pieces of Shawshank Redemption in a film class I took forever ago, but I’d never read anything by Stephen King. Most of his books are creaky door scary and I don’t like to be scared.…
I never feel more like a rat in a maze than I do in a Metro or subway system. Don’t get me wrong, there’s an energy. So many different kinds of people moving en mass, all with different agendas, it’s electric, but the the underground shuffle is a soulless place. There’s very little eye contact,…
