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Books are dead. Long live books.

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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

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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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Your life as an undocumented Dreamer

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Your life as an undocumented Dreamer

Imagine this: You are six months old. Your mother wraps you in a hand-knit blanket her sister gave you and heads off on a long trip. Maybe she’s hungry, tired of struggling. Maybe she fears her life and yours are in danger from the violence all around her. Or maybe not. You don’t know. You’re […]

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The island rain

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The jungle comes in for a hug on either side The people ahead of me outpace me Stretched long with good nutrition and a certainly they belong where they’ve been planted I have snuck myself into their lives And they haven’t realized what’s intruded. The beaten road won’t be shaken from my feet. Turning my […]

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Laundry and the Temple of Chaos

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Okay, let’s get this out of the way: I’m messy. Researchers at the University of Minnesota have found that messiness promotes creativity (don’t believe me? Link to the article below), so it’s all good, peeps. Seriously. Except, here’s the catch: I only ever seem to find organized men to pair up with. So, you know, […]

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