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Adiós Chihuahua Ojo My mom’s dog died last week. I know, I know, but don’t worry – she still has my dad and her health. And she’s pretty young, so there’s that too. It’s interesting how much we rely on our pets: for friendship, protection, emotional support, and as great excuses...
  This is going to be a quickie blog post before I head out overnight to a grad school meet and greet, interview, all of the above day. I’ve learned a couple of things about myself this past week. One, I know nothing about musicians. I listen to music and really...
It’s awkward, it’s difficult, and it is hard to talk about sexual assault even when you live a life of openness. Victim isn’t an adjective I like to use in any context when describing myself. I prefer quirky, funny, kind, sincere – you get the idea. And I imagine that...
It all started on Friday. Well, that’s when I noticed. I thought little of it at first, but vowed to keep my eye on it: a blue-striped Tioga, circa 1990, sans rust (thank G-d) RV. I found it parked across the street in front of my house, this utter eyesore in my...