Freedom or something like it

Lately I've noticed a lot of people I follow on Instagram or Facebook posting pictures of airline tickets or screenshots of travel confirmations to some fantastic far-off land with a kind of "Nyah nyah we're going on a trip, bitches!" undertone. And when I'm feeling peevish, I think, "Well good for you, but damn, that's …

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Spanish Lessons: ¿De dónde eres?

I have this obsession with figuring out where people are from based on their accents. Eavesdropping intently, I try to deduce which countries or states assigned them their particular vocabularies and voice inflections. And because I live in New York City, the destination of all the world's wandering masses, I have an abundance of opportunity …

Lunch

I cherish my lunch break. It's a whole hour when my derrière is free to disengage from my office chair, the chair in which I lounge, cross-legged, shoes kicked off under my desk, surrounded by navy carpeted floors, beige walls and dark brown doors with chrome handles, doors from which the attorney's windows beckon with …

Things that don’t matter

Over the past 3 or 4 years, I've been experiencing a strange phenomenon. It's as if any importance I'd attached to certain things, events, and people just... falls away. I've noticed myself filing such things into a mental list that just seemed to pop up out of nowhere, entitled "Things That Don't Matter." I find …

Begin to dream

From my teens through most of my 30s, my absolute worst recurrent nightmare was that I was pregnant. Even if in my waking life it would have at times been a physical impossibility, the terror at the sense that my life would no longer be "my own" always seemed so real. I had too many …

100+++ days of…

Over the last 6 years or so, I've been doodling a lot. Back when I was a professional bartender, I began posting bar-related doodles on my Twitter account during closing around 3 a.m., usually on the front of an envelope or whatever scrap paper was nearby, inspired by events that had happened during my shift …