In a Log Cabin, Looking Back

In a Log Cabin, Looking Back

The room has a double-height bay window of old glass, a skinny modern dining table that seats ten, and walls made of logs wider than my thighs. Seeing this room on Airbnb is what made me want to come here, and this is where I sit now, in the high-backed striped velour...
“Me.”

“Me.”

Oh, I have played so small for so long. “Them,” I said, pointing, skittering under the bushel basket. “Them, them!” I will help them. I will work hard for them. I will stand, sit, kneel behind them. Them. Not me.   Oh? Consider: This redirection...
Holiday Party

Holiday Party

Last Friday was the condo building’s annual holiday party, the event that prompts me to take a shower, pull one of my dress-up outfits from the storage closet, and put on some makeup. My outfit was a sparkly aubergine top worn with black skirted leggings and my...
Who is a Soloist?

Who is a Soloist?

It was a cute little bungalow in a neighborhood of bungalows near Minnehaha Creek Park in Minneapolis. Thanks to a hefty down payment from my grandmother, who had passed when I was ten, I could buy it. As I walked into the title company building for the closing, I was...
“Stay The Way You Were”

“Stay The Way You Were”

We are so good at wanting things to stay the same. We don’t want our world or the people in it—near or far—to change. For example… When Taylor Swift released 1989, I muttered, “Stay in your lane.” When Reputation came out, I thought, “You’ve lost your way.” When Lover...
Roxie Update (because several of you asked)

Roxie Update (because several of you asked)

Headline Roxie, the 8-year-old Chow/Pug mix I adopted this summer, is doing well with people. Dogs, not so much.   Details Trazodone is out and Prozac is in. It’s made a visible difference. The formerly permanent frown lines on Roxie’s forehead rarely show...
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