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#MeToo

A few days ago, Twitter erupted with the hashtag #metoo. It was meant to convey the sheer magnitude of the numbers of women who have been sexually assaulted or harassed, in solidarity with Harvey Weinstein’s victims. Similar to #YesAllWomen last year. Like others before. I didn’t post. Yes, I’ve grown up female in our society, […]

I write like a whisper. Hear me. The silence turns its back. I say one more thing. Nothing. We are bugs in a jar, each in our own. I can see your light but I cannot hear you. I try to scrawl out truths in the glass, but to you they look backwards, illegible. You […]

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I didn’t like you when I first became aware of you. I was twenty-two, and you looked ancient to me at forty-five. (Ha). But not just ancient… grating. Presumptuous. Your husband was running for president, and you had the helmet hair and the perma-smile, but not of the vapid blandness of most political wives. You […]

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It will surprise no one to learn that I am passionate about books. I remember being four years old and sticking my nose in my parents’ gilt-edged Encyclopedia Britannica, inhaling its singular smell. I couldn’t yet read it, but I knew it was special. My parents had bought it from some traveling salesperson and referred […]

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Expect me, darling

Searching through my phone for a picture to go with my piece on cemeteries (link below if you missed it), I came across a note I’d found on top of a tomb in Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 in New Orleans. If you’ve never been, you’ve more than likely seen one of New Orleans’ stately old […]

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What’s right in front of you

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I once found a book at a bookstore which I simply had to have. The need to acquire it was a powerful and familiar feeling, a formless but imposing presence in the room which I feel often when I see the woolen throw with the perfect texture or a slotted spoon with a superior grain. […]

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On staying woke and sane

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On the week that Trump announced he was ending DACA, I cried several times every day, sometimes in public. It hit me hard, and close, the death blow that only narrowly misses. I shook all week from it, off my food, belly upset, nights full of waking up with my heart pounding. By the end […]

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The space above six feet under

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The space above six feet under

I’ve always been drawn to cemeteries. I have never found peace with death – spare me the treatises on why I should just accept it, I can’t and I won’t – and perhaps that’s why they hold me in such thrall. They drip with mystery and the deep tragedy of the human condition. All that […]

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So it turns out I am no longer in the Rhett Butler-loving phase of my life

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So it turns out I am no longer in the Rhett Butler-loving phase of my life

Talk to anyone who knew me under the age of twenty-five, and eventually the conversation will turn to Gone With the Wind. I had what can only be referred to as an obsession with old movies in my teens and early twenties, and none inhabited my imagination quite as much as Gone With the Wind. […]

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6 Books to Read While…

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6 Books to Read While…

Color me tickled! The Barnes and Noble blog has always been good to THE SECRET SIDE OF EMPTY, but I was particularly jazzed by my latest mention there. My boyfriend’s daughter has turned me on to the TV show Riverdale, that fun and campy reimagining of Archie comics, which I loved as a kid. We […]

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