The fence, graffiti, ramps and staircases remind me vaguely of a Sesame Street set. I realize this is not the look they were going for, but the urban edge feels constructed, assembled from pieces of West Side Story and Romper Room. I feel out of place. It is not my age, there are plenty of [...]
Archive for the ‘Family’ category
A NJ home: pt. 4
I don’t remember my grandparents being overly religious, so I have to admit that I was surprised by all of the Catholic artifacts.
Happiness is…
It’s a little bit like internet dating, nowadays: instead of going to the pound, you browse thumbnail photos online. Someone has written first-person blurbs that read like personal ads: “Hi! I’m two months old, with lots of energy. I like liver treats, tennis balls, and long walks in the park. How about you?!” Hundreds of [...]
A NJ home: pt. 3
The silly little details that one remembers from childhood: This still life that hung in my grandparents’ living room used to haunt me. I imagined reaching for a peach, and getting my arm snapped off by the alligator. (You do see the alligator in the picture, right?) I never remember anything ever being clipped by [...]
A NJ home: pt. 2
When we entered through the side door (which was always the proper way for family and friends to ender my grandparents house) the first thing we noticed was the kitchen wallpaper.
A NJ home: pt. 1
For the next few weeks, I will be posting photos that I took when my brother and I gained access to a recently deceased relative’s house. The house itself is vastly important to my brother and me — we spent several happy summers there with our grandparents. Our days were most often spent at the [...]
Influence
I was quite old before I realized that I was the only person at my church who listened to secular music. I must have been in seventh grade, because I clearly remember a Sunday School classmate asking me what my favorite album was at the time, and I said Blood Sugar Sex Magik. Of course. [...]
An American year
Meaning that there is a holiday — federal, religious, cultural, or celebratory — about every two weeks. This is not so elsewhere. It struck me this week as I walked home from work in my green suit in a sea of people decked out in emeralds, limes, and spring greens. I know several of these [...]
Bye bye baby
I’ve moved through life assuming that giving birth was always a possibility. And now, at nearly 43, I have to sever that option or cling on to it. Severing would mean better physical health, the resolution of medical issues, and a life liberated from menstruation. Now that I spend more time menstruating than not, I [...]
