Author Archives: sepohlig

Activities: Heart palpitations, painting my nails, reading short stories in the New Yorker, baking pies, cookies, decadent cakes, quiches, forcing people to eat what I make, writing everything down, get rich quick schemes, figuring out how to be famous, shaping Annie’s brand-new mind, reading Go Dog, Go, feeding her free orange slices from the supermarket, cutting my hair when I’m sad, trying not to cut my hair.

Interests: What’s for dinner, Iris, electric blankets, lip gloss like flypaper, those little cocktail umbrellas that go in your margarita or hair, succulents in my garden, shades of nail polish like birds of paradise, Doctor Dictionary, people who make me laugh, reading belles lettres.

William Saroyan

I am an estranged man, said the liar: estranged from myself, from my family, my fellow man, my country, my world, my time, and my culture. I am not estranged from God, although I am a disbeliever in everything about God excepting God indefinable, inside all and careless of all. Here Comes There Goes You […]

old-young eyes

I love gaining the trust of a child, maybe a child of eleven, or six, and when you meet at first they’re shy or lingering, and then, with patience, you draw them out, like spinning a thread (so I imagine) and it’s beautifully quick, suddenly they’re tugging on your fingers, saying let’s go see my […]

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Fishtail braid

I wear a fishtail braid, loose, slung over a shoulder. I don’t wish I were perfect, because still no one else would be. Hurt lurks around every corner. I’m thin-skinned and I wish I weren’t so raw, not so much, but I guess if wishes were horses. I wish I could live in a house […]


These are the things I’ve learned in the past few years. Some I wish I could have learned later. People who hurt people don’t usually do it on purpose. Even when people love others, their fear and insecurity closes in on them like a wild animal hemmed in by adversaries. They strike out. The closest […]

I need to sit down too I really like Simcha Fisher’s blog. She’s a mother of  six (I think) and a staunch Catholic. She’s made me laugh out loud. This article, on the other hand, is disgusting and outrageous. Purportedly it’s about the rise in men getting cosmetic procedures, but Simcha uses this trend as a springboard into an unrelated issue: […]

horizon sickness

They say there’s a type of illness called horizon sickness. Sailors used to get it. Travelers out west, where the plains are tacked down flat at all four corners of sky– they get it too. It comes from being able to see in every direction, to see from horizon to horizon. It’s too much for […]