Impermanence. The antithesis to the forever two little girls imagined on a trampoline. We wondered about God and the blackness when we closed our eyes […]
Power
Power, grounded in my heels
Hardening beneath my skin
It vibrates slowly and when I look closer
Endlessly
Anything, anything, anything
It says
Just begin
On International Fucking Women’s Day
Awesome. This is definitely the kind of thing I want to hear from my Lyft driver while wearing a slinky black tank top and getting a ride home alone after dark.
A Movie With Friends On Thursday Night
I walked up the movie theater stairs carefully in the dark as the pre-show played behind me. My seat in the back row, near the […]
Buy Yourself Flowers
As a kid, I didn’t understand why people sent each other flowers. I guess they were pretty but I would rather have had most anything else as a gift. Like that thirty dollars you spent on a bouquet. But as a kid I also didn’t understand why people liked chocolate ice cream so I was wrong about a lot of things.
Colors of My Mother
For my mother, on her birthday. The color of peach or salmon hues Reminds me of my mother As do washed nylons hanging from the […]
Mirror, Mirror
“The mirror is my best friend, because when I cry it never laughs.” Charlie Chaplin I got distracted watching myself in the mirror during my […]
Stepping Up: A Wager
My health plan this year provided us with step tracker bracelets and, should we choose to participate, contributes money into our health savings account if we hit daily step goals. I’ve never had a step tracker before, but it was free and I figured I was already exercising so I might as well get paid for it. (The counter-argument is what these insurance companies might do with all this health data, but I am startlingly unconcerned about it).
Bookstore Wonderland
I don’t think I’ve ever walked out of BookPeople without spending $100. It’s one of the reasons I had to reinvest in the wonderful library system. BookPeople is Austin’s independent book store. It’s downtown, next to Whole Foods and REI, and a little bit of a wonderland for book lovers. There’s always signed editions, and irreverent feminist knick knacks, and customized staff recommendations lining all the shelves. Their card collection alone is magnificent, as proved by my mother who spent nearly as much on greeting cards as I did on books. It’s all I can do not to throw handfuls of money at them.
Public Speaking (aka bribing your audience with free lunch and door prizes)
I’ll always remember the time I gave a presentation on blue whales. I was a sophomore in college, studying abroad in the Netherlands (in a legitimate castle of all places), and due to give a speech to my honors class about an animal. Or maybe it was something I had seen a museum? It might have had to do with evolutionary history? I’m not sure – but I chose the blue whale.