June 2012
1 post
May 2012
13 posts
I thought my cute new house would give me enough motivation to pack on its own, but I was sorely mistaken.
The three beer lunch at Sequoia didn’t help, either.
One more day left.
MSP —> LAX —> SLC —> FAT. SUX.
At least we’re back in California. For now.
Ceremony: a personal narrative on my abortion... →
Everyone always says everything better than I ever could. I am grateful for this.
My new house is across the street from my high school English teacher.
I see dinner parties and block sales in my near future.
And I can’t WAIT to deliver cupcakes to the new, awesome neighbors.
Today is a listen-to-dark-angry-music-and-curse-the-universe kind of day like you wouldn’t believe.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go eat my feelings in Taco Bell and rage at the night.
after a conversation about women's issues
Me: Can I still go hang out with Jeff when we move?
Anders: If you can figure out a way to unchain yourself from the stove. TADOW!
April 2012
7 posts
Looking for houses. Again.
Thank god we’re agreed on no chain-link fences or prison bars, and understand the necessity of a good, solid backyard.
Still, I’m gonna miss my pleasant little peace palace. And morning coffee/cigarettes with Jeff. Sigh.
I’m tired of moving.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said about my paper, and the only things...”
– Alyson’s 5B student
So far, the thing that makes me happiest about turning 27 is that I’m not some yuppie standing in Whole Foods with my husband and toddler arguing about gluten-free cake and soy chips.
Congratulations, me. I’ve made it this far.
March 2012
8 posts
“‘Don’t let yourself feel worthless; often through life you will really be at...”
– This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald. (via ekatherine)
3 tags
Can’t even get a job at the University of Fucking Phoenix.
The Alienable Rights of Women →
I walked by Roxane Gay several times at AWP, and each time I tried to work up the nerve to tell her, I think you’re just wonderful.
Next time, I swear I will.
WatchYeah. I’m okay with this.
The best thing about Chicago (okay, one of the best things) so far is that I barely have to do any walking. The wind just blows me around from place to place.
February 2012
9 posts
One of my very best friends, Jake Kelly, got word yesterday that he’s been accepted to Florida State’s PhD program in Creative Writing with a teaching position and a tuition waiver. What a badass.
Selfishly, I’m going to miss the crap out of him. Which is why when we get to Chicago tomorrow, I am buying him so many drinks and giving him do many hugs.
I hate when my friends...
I have a lot of grown up things to do in the next few days that may or may not be exciting, assuming I actually get them started/done and done well.
Someone hold me.
In other news, 27 days until Chicago. I’m shaking.
January 2012
16 posts
1 tag
Ask an Abortion Provider: Roe v. Wade Edition →
“Let’s say, thought experiment. Let’s say Roe v. Wade got overturned. There’d be 1.5 million women who had been seeking abortions who can’t have a safe one. Someone will have an unsafe one and will die or be damaged for life; some women will have the child and not be capable of taking care of it. And we know that women who have unplanned pregnancies who go on to deliver have a higher risk of...
“Yeah, I’ll have that shit refreshing every thirty seconds. I haven’t...”
– Anders, on AWP 2012’s sold-out registration
You know you’re getting old when you look forward to doing your taxes on a Saturday night.
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Connotation Press: An Online Artifact →
My essay, “Flight Lessons,” is up at Connotation Press. It’s a great journal, and I’m super happy to have my work up alongside that of my MFA buddies: Kristofer Whited, Gavin McCall, and JJ Anselmi. Ch-ch-check us out.
WatchJust saw this today.
So, so proud of the Valley’s young writers, and so, so honored to be a part of something like this.
“So many textures are the same. So many views. Almost all arms and noons and lips...”
– Joy Williams, State of Grace
“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? … Well,...”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via fuckyeahexistentialism)