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This Too Will Pass.

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Apr 3, 2020
 

Social isolation has sort of felt like a break-up – a sensation that, after nearly 20 years with my husband, returns to me like a hazy, rotten memory. “Oh, this,” I think, as I pull myself out of bed, forgetting what day it is, and mash an OREO into my maw. “I remember this. It…

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A Seattle Germaphobe in the Time of Coronavirus

Posted on
Mar 12, 2020
 

My city feels strangely still right now. I normally hear the sounds from the elementary school nearby, or people walking their dogs, the swish of cars driving by on the street. But it’s oddly quiet at the moment, the only sound the squawking from a few irritable crows whose life mission is to make sure…

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When Online Threats Become Real. (It’s Not Just Trolling.)

Posted on
Mar 15, 2019
 
Posted in: Personal Essay

(Note: this piece does not link to any of the shooter’s video or manifesto directly, but some of the news sites that I link to may do so. A few include screencaps of his 4-chan forum discussions. Please click with caution.) 49 people died yesterday, gunned down in two mosques in coordinated attacks across New…

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Cut Scenes from a Cafe In Quebec

Posted on
Apr 19, 2018
 
Posted in: Random Musings

I have an excellent memory. In the aftermath of my brain surgery, my biggest fear was that my ability to recount past events was damaged in some way. Under the haze of anesthesia, I walked around the park near our old home with Rand, struggling to piece together the last few days. I’d struggled through…

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Hello. Goodbye.

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Jan 1, 2018
 

Hello. I am back. At least, I’m telling myself that I am back. I am committing, under the binding oath of the internet (my hand firmly placed on a laptop open to reddit’s homepage as I swear this to you) to try to blog again this year. Do you hear that, internet? I AM GOING…

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Stop Telling Bloggers They Aren’t Writers

Posted on
Jul 11, 2017
 
Posted in: Book, Personal Essay

Being a writer means that you’ll never have a shortage of criticism, whether it is offered up to you in heaping scoops of vitriol from faceless masses on the internet, or you gather it yourself from your never ending well of neurotic self-doubt. Hooray. Add “being a woman” into the equation and your cup overfloweth.…

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