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Chicken Pot Pie– a quick bio.

Ray: Enjoys explaining to people that his name is really Rafael, threatening Bean with kidnapping, and turning on his motorcycle when the Boy’s around just to make him jealous. Can imitate the sound of  his own motorcycle surprisingly well. Favorite movies include Scarface, Monty Python. Says “right on” a lot, sometimes when it doesn’t make […]

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Anais, I’m looking at you

I was fevered and bright voluble at the salon. The Salon! It sounds like Madame Gertrude Stein’s rooms in Paris, like a pot of stew bubbling day in and day out, intellectuals simmering, growing stale, leaving, new blood & lobsters entering, fresh from Greenwich Village, each bringing with him the freshness of– not a mind– […]

An aching kind of growing

“When a child first catches adults out — when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just — his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there […]

The hard part

I am absolutely supposed to be writing a riveting story for the Southern Neighbor right now. It’s due in six days and I haven’t interviewed a soul. Annie’s birthday party is on Saturday and I ought to be puzzling over the ten dollar princess dress pattern I bought on Etsy, but instead I’m here. Nothing […]

2011, Year of the Magicicada

I packed my clothes and moved out in the year of the cicadas, that illustrious year of the Great Southern Brood XIX. Every staggered thirteen and seventeen years they come, like an Egyptian plague. Most of the North American species hail from the genus Tibicen and are known as the jar fly or, my favorite […]

Musings

There’s one thing that never fails to provoke an argument between myself and my sweetie. And that’s the idea that I USED to hold, which was that college prepares you for a job. We’re both in agreement about this. What the Best Beloved maintains, however, is that I’m to blame for having believed it. Naive? […]