Post It-Boarding

Who grifted whom? Who pulled what? Sometimes, the twists get so a’twisted one ends up quite muddled. Thus, this post-it story breakdown. Quite excited about this next project: something my family can watch, finally! They’ve humored me by watching the

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Post It-Boarding

Who grifted whom? Who pulled what? Sometimes, the twists get so a’twisted one ends up quite muddled. Thus, this post-it story breakdown. Quite excited about this next project: something my family can watch, finally! They’ve humored me by watching the

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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McQueen

“Do you know Alexander McQueen?” he begins. “He’s famous for his spikes. But don’t worry, I got you the real deal even if I’m in China.” “You got me spikes?” “A bag, silly.” “Is it in this season’s hue?” I

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McQueen

“Do you know Alexander McQueen?” he begins. “He’s famous for his spikes. But don’t worry, I got you the real deal even if I’m in China.” “You got me spikes?” “A bag, silly.” “Is it in this season’s hue?” I

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. And

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. And

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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I’ll Stick to the Original, Thank You

I don’t know how I came by this keen dislike of translating and the translated—but it’s there. Every time I read text that’s been browbeaten from Hungarian to English, for example, I wonder at the liberties taken, the words kept.

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I’ll Stick to the Original, Thank You

I don’t know how I came by this keen dislike of translating and the translated—but it’s there. Every time I read text that’s been browbeaten from Hungarian to English, for example, I wonder at the liberties taken, the words kept.

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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Hearing

I hear words. No, not the words spoken to me—the words I see on paper. And so early on, my favorite writers are the ones I find most pleasing to the ears: Toni Morrison, for example. Imagine my surprise and

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Hearing

I hear words. No, not the words spoken to me—the words I see on paper. And so early on, my favorite writers are the ones I find most pleasing to the ears: Toni Morrison, for example. Imagine my surprise and

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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