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Category: Sigh

  • Our week after our week

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    Jack’s cold turned into RSV and all the horrible things that ensue because of it: fever, labored breathing, loss of appetite. Thursday night, he was breathing so fast and so hard and we could see his ribs. You still wouldn’t have known he was sick, he was rolling around on the floor, squealing, laughing. This…

  • Scratch

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    I’m in a weird place right now. I’m afraid of my writing. Not, boo! afraid, I’m just totally avoiding it. It’s been so long since I sat down to edit a poem, to write a poem. I tried today (tried is an overstatement). I wrote one draft and gave up. It’s been nagging me. The…

  • To love and Corissa

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    There are people out there who say brown and black can’t mix, that silver and gold look tacky together, that a white sock simply cannot be matched with a gray and I want to say: who made all the fucking rules?! What God’s gift to humanity made all the damn lines you should not cross…

  • Comatose

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    I can tell I’m not tapped in. I can tell I’m only skimming the surface. My brain has all the gear: the wet suit, the tank, the flippers, but it knows right now if it dove in it would most likely drown. So it’s grabbing a Sol with lime and basking in the sunshine and…

  • "Mad Girls"

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    “But she did learn a key New York lesson: that if you push as hard as you can, you will, for better or worse, learn things about yourself you would never have otherwise known.” Great article about a new book on Sylvia Plath from Slate

  • I can complain. And then I can't.

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    It’s official – our social life has died. Pat and I said goodbye to Alisha last night. I don’t really feel like writing about it other than to say that if she were here at work today we’d probably talk about how the 8th floor smells like spicy potatoes, how cold it is in NYC,…

  • I have no idea how to even do that

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    My good (well only) friend here is moving back to NYC to work for People magazine. We both started on the same day and became friends like two new girls become friends in kindergarten: Hi, are you new? Yes. Oh me too, do you like crayons? (Or in our case coffee.) We went out a…

  • Friday Storm

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    We’re getting a crazy storm today – black skies, overblown deck furniture, sideways rain. We may even get hail the size of PENNIES. It’s “the end of times” kind of storm according to co-workers. “It looks like nighttime outside! It’s freaking me out!” the natives say. It’s called weather, I yell. To which I get…

  • Pier

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    The days lately have been really hard to get through. Hours drag their feet. Minutes pass into more days, into more dragging hours and at this moment I wonder what the point is. What are we living for? Any of us? To take the train to work everyday, sit at a desk, take the train…

  • Our children

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    They released his name. 24 years old. He’s on Facebook with 115 friends, likes the video game Mass Effect and Guns and Roses and The 39 steps. He wore black sunglasses, a winter beenie, it looked cold were he was in the photo, he looked up and off into the distance at something no one…