September 2008

Whatever directions your circumstances take, expanding or contracting, growing or reducing, uptick or downward trending, you adjust. I’ve adjusted upwards and downwards all my life. Up, up, up for years; then, a few years after my parents divorced, a sharp downturn when we relocated to Gloomy Manor, a.k.a. my maternal grandparents’ house, where we lived […]

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Anne Lamott says Mondays are bad for writing. She goes so far as to say that one, “one” being you, the aspiring writer, should never endeavor to begin an important project on a December Monday, December being the Month of Mondays. Perhaps. She also speaks (kindly) to a lot of important concepts for the creatrix: […]

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I will go to great lengths of accommodating discomfort in order to avoid Discomfort. Case in point: I ate white-bread-and-cheese sandwiches for four days in London during my first visit there, at age 16, because I was too terrified to venture out beyond the first place I found that sold food. (I also missed my […]

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There is a reason they call it uprooting yourself. If you’ve never moved, you have no idea what I’m talking about, and if you have, you’re know exactly what I’m talking about: that weird feeling that you’ve landed on another planet, where the ordinary rules of gravity and suchlike don’t apply. You can walk, because […]

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I shouldn’t be here now. Living. Writing. Relationshipping. Seriously: I’ve done everything wrong. I shouldn’t have left my job-job 16 years ago (and counting). Not that Real Job, with its corner office view and its fancypants title and its fatty paycheck and its sweet bennies. I shouldn’t have moved out to Los Angeles to chase […]

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For all of the people who extol its virtues, I’m pretty sure that there are relatively few people who actually live in that state of grace known as balance. At least, most of the awake people I know don’t. We’re on a tear or we’re passed out. We’re Getting Things Done or cooked. We’re high […]

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