An Eye Story
When I was growing up, I half-jokingly blamed my parents for the way they mixed my DNA. I wanted my dad’s crystal blue eyes and dark thick hair; I wanted my mother’s tiny waist. I did not end up with the traits I desired: I…
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For the love of pumpkins
“There is a certain slant of light,” wrote Emily Dickinson, and although her poem thematizes oppression, I have always loved that line as it applies to my favorite time of year: autumn. For then, there is a “different slant of light,” the blueness of the…
To embrace or not to embrace?
Does embracing the self and the state which we inhabit mean we must embrace all of who we are? Side note: when I was almost done writing this post, I took my camera outside to prepare an image for it. A mirror seemed a good…
Creativity II
When I was in my late twenties, maybe early thirties, I wrote a sort of “bucket list,” though no one called it that back then, of things I wanted to accomplish in my life. On that list was “write a novel” and “learn to play…