Tag Archives: memory

This is the everyday we spoke of

“What the Living Do” by Marie Howe Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the … Continue reading

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My Château

“I wish I had it all on tape.” — Henry Larson in Home for the Holidays — When I subtitled this blog a memory project, it was because I don’t have Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. If I did, I would … Continue reading

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Waiting to Be Born

My cousin died eleven years ago today. She was twenty-five that year, I was twenty-four. It was a Tuesday that year, too. I tried to avoid Thanksgiving altogether by purposefully getting wasted the night before, thinking I’d be too ill … Continue reading

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A *high* compliment

I received one of the most flattering emails yesterday; it made me laugh and laugh, and I just have to share parts of it. First of all, this is heartwarming: “Every time I see something gross on the ground I … Continue reading

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