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The second year without her
Posted on October 9, 2015 3 Comments
“Are you sure you want to put your roommate down as your emergency contact?” “Hell, what if you forget to cook breakfast that morning?” asked an overly aggressive, semi-sexist personal trainer during a free consultation I wish terribly I had slept through instead. “I’m sure,” I said confidently, dodging — if only for a second — a bullet I […]
On dreams of dead parents, delayed grief and Rihanna
Posted on August 18, 2015 2 Comments
What I gathered (besides the fact that I could probably use some professional therapy) was that, nearly two years later, I’m still grieving my mother’s death (and — though the dreams of my dad are far less frequent — close to seven years later, I’m still grieving his, too).
Writing is hard: A memoir
Posted on June 16, 2015 4 Comments
The truth is, writing is this: hard and boring and occasionally great but usually not. – Amy Poehler, “Yes Please” Ten weeks ago, I went back to school. Well, sort of. Two hours of Googling and one very reassuring “this can only be good for you” text later and I was giving Gotham Writers Workshop my address […]
The inner dialogue of a sleepy 20-something
Posted on March 25, 2015 1 Comment
It’s 10 p.m. on a Wednesday and I am ready for bed; lights out, and Neosporin on my legs because I fear that the sand flea bites I brought home from Puerto Rico will scar. I’m thinking about reading, but also about Zebra Cakes. The strangers outside are too loud. I do ten sit-ups in my head […]
Living in apartments with boys
Posted on March 20, 2015 2 Comments
“You had the right idea when you moved in with guys you knew you’d never bang.” Six and a half years ago I buried my father. I had pink hair, a petite frame, and a bone to pick with the world. I listened to a lot of Brand New and Kevin Devine, hoping that one […]
The tale of the no good, very bad Tuesday
Posted on March 10, 2015 Leave a Comment
Move over, Monday. Thirteen-year-old me hated Tuesdays even more. Ten years later, I can still relate. Just replace “study” with “do my laundry and file my taxes.”
16 New Year’s resolutions I will (probably not) keep
Posted on December 31, 2014 5 Comments
Last December, I vowed not to touch my friends’ tits or leave the house with wet hair. This Christmas, a good guy friend of mine walked into the woman’s bathroom at our every-week bar to find both of my tiny, un-manicured hands pressed against his girlfriend’s chest. He was looking to smoke a cigarette and we’d been in […]
Christmas sucks without your cigarette breaks
Posted on December 23, 2014 Leave a Comment
She looked at me like I was fucking orphan Annie. – Me, Thanksgiving Eve, three sips into a Long Island Iced Tea It’s the best of times. It’s the worst of times. The holidays, however joyful, are never easy in the days, weeks, and months following the loss of a loved one. The heavy hitters […]
The first year without her
Posted on October 9, 2014 6 Comments
The first month feels like a year, and then a week, and then a year again. A cold, long, drawn out year with no seasons, and no clocks.The first few days are as cold as ice; way too chilly for Columbus Day Weekend. You stop crying, and you start cracking smiles at small talk but […]
Life happens when you’re busy blogging
Posted on September 3, 2014 3 Comments
John Lennon (and one in five white girls’ high school yearbook) once said, “Life happens when you’re busy making other plans.” #TBH, life’s been really needy lately (like, ex girlfriend at the end of “The Fault in Our Stars” needy) but, before Kanye drops in to tell me Beyoncé had the best blog of all time, let me finish. Between […]
Meaghan McGoldrick 