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I Feel Weird, Knowing You’re Reading Me

Posted on December 11, 2007 | 1 Comment

This is bits and pieces written over the course of about a week.
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(Thoughts) Something that made me sad today: A man was walking ahead of me on Madison Avenue as I was on my way back to my office. I saw him saying “Excuse me. Excuse me,” to a lady in front of him. She had earmuffs on. Whether or not she heard him or not, I don’t know. He shook his head and she kept walking.

I couldn’t help but make eye contact with him when I passed. He said, “Excuse me,” so I paused. It was a busy street, I wasn’t worried about myself. He said, “Are you from New York? I’m from Yonkers – I’ve been in the city since last night and I’ve been walking a very long time. All I’ve been asking people, what I want to ask you is, I’m very hungry. Can you help me get something to eat?” Continue reading →

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In Search of Bedrock (Free Write No. Five)

Posted on August 15, 2007 | Leave a comment

Who am I?

Don’t we all ask ourselves that from time to time?

Some of us are luckier than others. We know our purpose; we know why we were put here and what our cells are made of. At our hearts, even when shaken and broken down, we know we can return to ourselves and find some strength within. In those times, we’re in search of bedrock. A foundation for something pure, secure and steady. Continue reading →

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What We Don’t Talk About

Posted on May 25, 2007 | Leave a comment

In honor of Memorial Day . . .

Suicide, murder, abortion. Psychotic episodes, rape and incest. You name it, it’s probably happened within my family. Divorce? Alcoholism? So tame. The sh*t I heard whispered low on the phone after relatives thought I was asleep as little girl, or the shit my Mom has told me when she was angry (which is almost all the time) . . . that shit would make your head spin if you were anyone but me. I keep forgetting this shit isn’t “normal,” – that I have to explain it to people who didn’t grow up like this. Continue reading →

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I Found Love Today

Posted on May 17, 2007 | Leave a comment

“So, did I miss anything exciting during the past couple of weeks,” I asked the waitress behind the bar.

I hadn’t been back to the neighborhood haunt since my first date with the boyfriend two weeks ago. It was a dusky, narrow little restaurant with house cocktails made of fresh herbs and berries and burgers so good they would make a cowboy cry.

I sat watching the bartender bounce back and forth, gathering the elements of my drink. She grabbed a handful of fresh mint and stopped in front of me. Continue reading →

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It’s Not Really About Luck. Or is it?

Posted on April 7, 2007 | Leave a comment

The Luck of the Fortune Teller

St. Paddy's Day 2007, NYC

On St. Patrick’s Day, I was wandering around with a friend of mine, dipping my face in random pints of beer at whatever bar we could squeeze ourselves into. They say it’s a holiday for amateurs, I say screw them. I’m from Boston (located in the state that the most Irish people call home, second in Irish population only to Ireland itself) and was raised by (random fact number one:) an Irish-American woman for 2/3 of my life.

My grandmother decorated our house for St. Patrick’s Day like it was Christmas. The name of our church was St. Patrick’s. My grandparents helped build it with their financial contributions. I may not go to church anymore, but I still worship at the bar on St. Paddy’s. Continue reading →

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