Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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A little vitreous humor
Vitreous humor lines the backs of our eyeballs. We are born with a full supply of the stuff, but as we age, it begins to dry out or evaporate or some damn thing—the ophthalmologist shining…
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The ship and the city
I DREAMED I’d boarded a ship that was slowly making its way to an exotic vacation locale, somewhere on the other side of the world. I’d bought a giant new steamer trunk for the voyage.…
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A thousand tiny pieces
Snow White pushed a stack of ceramic espresso dishes off of the kitchen counter this morning, to see how many of them would smash into a thousand tiny pieces. The answer was most of them.
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What’s your favorite season?
As a child, I loved summer—no school! I could stay indoors all day and read! But summer camp, which I dreaded, ended my romance with that season. Even as an adult, no longer forced “for…
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My Life is a New Yorker Cartoon
“Why are you uncomfortable having a nonbinary cat?” …my teenage daughter demanded as we sat together on the couch.
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In which I am vaccinated
Got vaccinated against COVID-19 today. Stood in line for just over 90 minutes outside a Lower East Side high school that was being used as an immunization pod. There was an old couple in front…
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My Glamorous Life: Sunday Repairs
For about a week, now, my bedroom floor has been torn up due to under-floor flooding created by a malfunctioning window air conditioning unit. The A/C unit began leaking during the summer months when I…
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Fear and loathing on 9/11
A cheesily animated digital American flag was flying on the Jumbotron overlooking the Bellagio fountains.
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Covid-19 Progress Report
I’m what they call a long-hauler.
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Never give up
The really good designers stand up to the misfortune of a killed idea.
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Smash, Drag, Bang
The upstairs neighbors in my apartment building are having their flat renovated. Cue the daily floor sander (right over my head) and sledgehammer (apparently they have many walls to knock down). It’s loud enough to…
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Day in the Life
The chiming of my iPhone woke me from an afternoon of profound sleep marked by a long, unsettling dream involving basements. I’d taken to bed out of equal parts respect for my own exhaustion and…
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It’s a good day.
I WHEEZED like a busted accordion after carrying a bag of empty bottles down the hall to the recycling room in my apartment building—a journey of no more than 20 paces in each direction. I…
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Eight line poem.
May 9. Snowing in New York. Wearing face masks, two men stand on a balcony of the Chinese Mission to the UN, photographing the snowfall with their phones. I try to photograph them and the…
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World’s Worst Vacation
To rest as soon as I feel badly takes letting go of many responsibilities. There’s comfort in that.