Archive for the ‘Nostalgia’ Category

(My writing life is still slow. Which is why this is being posted a week after everyone else posted their Harry Potter reminisces.)   I work in a public library, which means I have frequent (and frequently random) conversations with customers about books and local politics and the idiocy of computers. Yesterday, a customer came […]


“Well I’ll tell you one thing that I know. You don’t face your demons down,  You gotta grapple ’em, Jack, and pin ’em to the ground.” –Joe Strummer, “Long Shadow” Every June, I go to a conference in the mesa country in northern New Mexico. There’s a couple hundred people of all ages, no cell […]


I’ve been going through boxes of old papers (and thinking that someday maybe I’ll go through the Documents file on my computer), seeing what I can get rid of, when I came across this travel journal from 2003 written on looseleaf notepaper. Originally, I was going to just type it up and store it on […]


On my way put of Boston. The clouds are shining silver in the early morning sun. Most people at the Buck are probably still sleeping. I heard “Disappearing.” I heard “Haji.” The Bosstones can still, no matter what else is going on in my head, make me forget everything and have a good time. I […]


I wrote down this quote years ago, because it is probably the closest description I’ve read to what it feels like to look at the destruction of a familiar place following a natural disaster. I grew up spending a lot of time in New Orleans, and after Katrina, I went down there again. And seeing […]


When she was born, my father’s heart broke, and one of the things that fell out and rolled under the couch and was never found was the the idea that we can make comforting assumptions about how our children are greeted into this world. The doctor who diagnosed her with an intestinal blockage gave my […]


This is an excerpt of a piece I wrote about New York this semester, about why I moved here. I really like this one part so I thought I’d share. When I was a kid, New York was NYPD Blue, the title sequence with fireworks and the Chinese dragon and percussive subways. Andy Sipowicz’s violent […]


born to lose, i live my life in vain all my dreams have only caused me pain all my life i’ve always been so bluuuuuuuuuuuue born to lose and now i’m losing yooouuuuuuuuuuu –The Bouncing Souls The world is so full of stories of happily-ever-after. Our current culture really doesn’t tolerate stories of despair; Shakespeare […]


25Nov11

I deactivated my Facebook account, and I haven’t been posting on Twitter. Or I’ll post, and then delete it. Recent events have rendered me uncommunicative. And Facebook makes me uncomfortable. Do I want my mom (FB friend) to know how depressed I am? Do I want Marilyn to know? Do I want random people I […]


I have wanted to live in New York since I was 14. I don’t know why, really, something about the busyness and the skyscrapers, the fact that so many people here have character and story, its landmarks and fame and history. The music scene and Broadway and the museums and the thrift stores and music […]