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Young people are more isolated from adults than they’ve ever been.  Unless you’re an adult who is getting paid to somehow be involved with young people, chances are most adults have no contact with young people that they are not related to.  And the isolation is kind of structural and it’s very deep and it’s [...]

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Phases

Mooning over friendship on the wane is like worrying a loose tooth with my tongue. Loop it with string and slam the door already. A strong new tooth will rise, eventually.

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I am now free from the bonds of car ownership! Thank you, blue car, for your months of service- but some people are just not meant to own cars. I’m focusing on being a better biker and also divesting of even more possessions since I’m moving at the end of the summer. Again. Move #16ish. [...]

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Birthday

I felt scattered and prickly all morning until I saw the date: Today would be my mother’s fifty-fifth birthday. I continued to feel raw and lonely, but I stopped trying to feel different. In two weeks I’m going to London- where I lost her. She would be very excited for me to go back and [...]

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Now that I’ve started I can’t stop getting rid of things…. ugly earrings gold eyeshadow from New Year’s 2000 Delux Beauty glow in the dark nail polish from my first job in NY New Basics Cookbook (1989) so many children’s books… slogan tshirts xmas snapshots extra kitchen clock antiqueish purse that won’t open who wants [...]

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One interesting suggestion i read for developing generosity starts off simple: try passing a beloved object from your left hand to your right. Even that tiny transfer can pull your heart if the object is very precious. From there perhaps you can build up to greater acts of generosity. Imagine giving away the most valuable [...]

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At Six

I was playing with my friend Ben who had a three-legged dog and lived on top of a hill where his road stopped in a pile of sand. He swore at me and I walked out, Ben’s father was sleeping by his sketches. I walked through the scrubby prickly woods that pressed close over the [...]

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When I finally got my own apartment, no roommates, I was about to turn 30. My neighborhood was rapidly gentrifying and it seemed impossible that I would find anything I could afford, and I walked dejectedly in the rain to a number of real estate agents who confirmed my suspicions. I went to one by [...]

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Unsent Mail

There is always an escape.

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Happy Birthday

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