I knew he would.
Even though I told him many times before he left, please don’t buy me anything —
and then twice again, over text.
The first time, he was in the Gucci store in Rome. Since he wasn’t believing or hearing my words, I
I am sorry I have not written. As Anne Sexton aptly put it — it’s hard to write when one is gritting one’s teeth.
I will not give any more excuses because what I have learned about apologies is this: excuses dilute them. Instead of going
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Today is my birthday. I am thirty-five.
As I woke up this morning, swallowing the reality that I am nearly halfway through my life, I asked myself: How did I get here? And maybe more importantly: Where is here?
I am an adult. That’s what thirty-five means. Not
It really is so stupid. But I have learned that moments of breakdown come, as they should, unexpectedly. When you’re holding a fragile nervous state together with a safety pin –it’s always that stupid, small, silly thing – that unravels you.
The first day I
I would like to report that Thanksgiving went…better than expected. Even my husband said so in the car on the way back.
The night before the holiday did not go well. My brother came over to see his nieces he hasn’t seen in months. He said
