It was 11 PM when my sister called. I was getting ready for bed, listening to Operator by Girl Scout. It was a stupid catchy song: Telephone, telephone, telephone, telephone all day… had been stuck in my head for a week.
“Happy birthday!” my sister said.
“But-“ I began, trying to explain that it wasn’t midnight here.
I put my socks in the wash. After they dried, I noticed that they were loose and droopy, not tight and well shapen like they had been when I bought them years ago, a sign to throw them away. I thought about my own body. I do want to have children one day. Will I expend, loose my shape? And... [Continue reading →]
I finally grew disgusted enough with the kitchen to clean. I don’t think a visitor would consider it particularly messy, but I was tired of crumbs everywhere. I swept, mopped, sprayed, wiped, and started the dishwasher. Chores to keep my mind occupied. I threw away that comforter on the balcony. It had been sitting in a box half-soaked for months,... [Continue reading →]
(sorry for typos sorry) Around noon I took a drive to Scottsdale to do emissions testing for my car. It was so bright outside that the sky was washed out, almost white, and the roads were almost white and light was bouncing off the roofs of cars in all directions, enough to make you strain your eyes a bit if... [Continue reading →]
