Category: Essays and Reviews
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How about titling it “Conversing with the Digital Void: A Raw Dialogue”?
That’s personally not what I would have chosen but… I don’t know about you but I fall down a meta-cognitive rabbit hole whenever I write now, no matter what I’m writing. After the below stream-of-consciousness-turned-convo-with-ChatGPT1, I now know this includes digital journal writing—wherein I start in earnest with self-exploration and veer into commodifying my existential…
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A fat TV character can’t exist without implicit bias (yet)
Because nothing is created in a vacuum. Have you watched Baby Reindeer yet? I wasn’t going to. I watched the trailer and thought it best to avoid it. But the buzz got the best of me, and I watched an episode. I won’t be finishing it but I have some thoughts.
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Reflections on “doing the work”
Today was my last session with Laura, the amazing therapist I’ve been working with since 2015. We knew that we went as far as we could go together. I have new hills to climb, and I may need a new partner to help me get there. (More specifically, I want to focus on my recovery…
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Old grief in the time of covid
My mom died on March 24, 1998, just 6 weeks after she turned 35. On March 13 of this year, I turned one day older than my mom when she died. (A while back, Meaghan found an online calculator and figured it out for me so I could celebrate my day of freedom.) From that…
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A Nice Lady
My grandma turns 89 today. I can’t call her because she won’t remember me so I remember her instead. I leaned in, talking to her like nothing had changed (because for me, nothing had). I showed her old photos of herself. In one photo of my pregnant mom, she asked who it was. “That’s your…
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When It Gets This Hot
Within days of my mom dying, Mike and I were moved into the already-cramped three bedroom house which was currently holding four people. Mike occupied the basement while I lived in the sun room (with enough room for a twin bed, small TV, and bed stand)—the former computer room which was a go-between space connecting…
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May Flowers
I took the W on my way downtown to Battery Park and a homeless man was cleaning himself methodically in the seats diagonal to mine. Take off shoe, take off sock, wipe, clean. Somewhere around City Hall, he took out an air freshener and sprayed the air above, around, and underneath him, and I thought,…
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