It has been one dramatic month for little old me. I finished my thesis, graduated from the New School, hosted my 9 year old niece on her first visit to NYC, went to a beautiful wedding for one of my oldest and dearest friends in Carmel-By-The Sea, and celebrated my mother's birthday with a day at the beach. While I was relaxing in the Bay Area I attended my niece's fourth grade poetry reading, my nephew's fifth grade graduation ceremony, and a fabulous fundraiser for The Retro Dome. There was also quite a bit of time spent laying on the hammock in the backyard, picking lemons form my mom's tree, and generally enjoying the California sun. I also enjoyed driving to the Safeway for groceries- compared to the overpriced disgustingness that is your average NYC grocery store, Safeway is like paradise And you don't have to carry your groceries home! I swear, fulfilling your basic human needs in this town is so freaking difficult.
But, alas, I am back in NYC in my tiny, humid concrete box of a home.
From "A Word From the Nearly Distant Past" by David Levithan: We watch Erik Johnson as he lays the clothes on his bed, creating an outline of the person he's going to be tonight.
From "Night Life" by Bruce Holland Rogers: She woke while it was still dark except for under the table where the night light glowed, and she heard the mousy sounds of the sleeping house and the whisper of trees moving against the moon.
From "How to Talk to Your Mother" by Lorrie Moore: He plants kisses on the sloping ramp of your neck, and you fall asleep against him, your underpants peeled and rolled around one thigh like a bride’s garter.