Currently Viewing: memoir
600 friends online and no one will return my texts.
“All of the young and affluent, from New England, from the West Coast, from Delaware — with degrees in social justice and peace politics — unable to have a conversation with the very demographic they spent hours defending in sociological capstone papers for well intentioned professors.”
It’s the kind of memory that will always seem special even though it was so small and insignificant.
The cold is comforting—it commands that we all wrap up in blankets and giant coats and sip black coffee all morning.
All the schedules, appointments, routines, dreams, desires, every imperceptible force that surrounds you and drags you through your day is left in stasis for 7 or 8 hours.
He was exciting; he liked my musical tastes; he listened to me when I talked. That’s pretty much all I needed to know: I had to have him.
Sweating out the notorious ‘5 Stages of Loss and Grief’.
My body didn’t like getting smaller.