Posts tagged The Weeklies
The Weeklies: May 19 - 25

In winter the well was dry, so I wondered: why now? Was it listening to Albin de la Simone on repeat? Was it the texture of herbs under my fingers as I chopped them? Or maybe the smell of the lemon zest? (Something that comes to life by scratching a surface?) Was it still the quiet restraint of "Mrs. Dalloway"? 

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The Weeklies: May 12 - 18

That evening I paced across the rug in the living room through a dense cloud of my thoughts. Do you ever feel as though you are just...waiting? Like you are paused watching something far away grow close, but you can't tell if it's good or bad, and you can only stand and wait?

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The Weeklies: May 5 - May 11

If you don't nail down the holidays, hold tight to the warm evenings and baton down the sunny afternoons, you'll lose it all in an August windstorm. I'm never as strategic as I would like. Some summer Fridays pass by and all I do is binge watch TV. Every May I scroll past the weeks on my calendar saying things like: Bermuda, Montreal, New Orleans. It never happens. 

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The Weeklies: April 28 - May 4

Thinking back, this was a week of two things: friends and weather. I had many dinners and drinks in all my favorite places, and as I commuted I pulled my jacket collar over my neck. Sure, there were brief moments of sun and warmth but I only experienced them on my ten minute lunch breaks. It rained quite often. 

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The Weeklies: April 21 - April 27

"I was going to say, if you're afraid of needles, just you wait till you have kids someday."

"The epidural needle, you mean?" I said.

"No, I mean, childbirth. What it does to you down there. I mean, it rips it to shreds," she laughed. 

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The Weeklies: April 14 - 20

Saturday morning I zig-zagged through midtown. It was raining, not a polite drizzle, but a downpour. My insides were anxious, my stomach jumped. I sat in my doctor's waiting room and couldn't even look at my phone and I hadn't been sleeping soundly.

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The Weeklies: April 7 - 13

I read and slept and looked at the expanse of small towns, and farms, and everything between big cities that I forget in my crazy vortex of New York.

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The Weeklies: March 31 - April 6

A rare optimism persisted on Monday and Tuesday of last week. I had plans every night on Tuesday through Friday. If only the weather would cooperate -- the temperature dipped into the thirties, I retrieved my winter hat from the closet and frowned.

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