November 2011
October 2011
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beep beep i am a robot: melissa how serious are... →
I want to write articles for this. IMMEDIATELY.
beepbeeprobot:
This idea seriously will not leave me alone. I know how to editor-in-cheif and I know talented people who would write for it.
I even came up with a name that mocks Cosmo without actually infringing on copyright. Anticranberry. See, one of the keys to search engine optimization is to have…
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Wishing I could skip work tonight. The weather is so angry. Reports of snow everywhere but here. My first Halloween weekend away from the mountains in a very long time. D and I are going as pirates. Part of me just wants to stay home and slave over a big pot of soup. There will be other days for this.
Sent out three batches of poems to be judged by strangers. The detachment with which I...
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...”
– Neil Gaiman (via tacitum)
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Ten Happies
10. Painting again. My hands didn’t forget.
9. Saturday morning writing sessions that let me bounce poems off my love.
8. Home cooking the good stuff (brussel sprouts, sweet potatoes, and T-bones).
7. One wicked busy week that gives way to my favorite holiday and two days off in a row for the first time in forever.
6. Skype putting me in the same room with Anna.
5. My mother’s...
“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page...”
– Carol Shields (via fleurishes)
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Ten Happies
10. New drafts.
9. Crying at dinner with a woman I met for the first time who was sure enough to rub my back and not try to say the usual comfort things.
8. Remembering my father aloud.
7. Telling a secret and not feeling terrible.
6. Talking about having children. More tears.
5. Halloween acquisitions falling into my lap.
4. Standing Friday morning Top Model and MJ brunch AKA that which...
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Free Write
I went to Utrecht and felt like I did my first time there, visiting my sister at college. Her boyfriend drove us through the east side of the city and I thought, how big the trees and windows here. all the houses have porches, like they can’t hold all that history inside. I bought two 18”x24” canvases and four new tubes of acrylic and a superfine brush to add to my...
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Ten Happies
10. Sifting through old Polaroids of sunny Hampshire afternoons with the Slam Collective mainstays.
9. Drafts of poems falling out of the back of old notebooks; my immediate thought—there’s something good here to be remade.
8. Think soups and sea scallops for dinner and a lot of laughs with my sister.
7. Feeling brilliant and beautiful with less than an inch of hair on my head.
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“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and...”
– Joan Didion
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Recipe for a Warm Fall Night
Family. Cooking sing-alongs to Carole King. And this soup.
Emily’s Cauliflower Chowder
1 head cauliflower, chopped 1 yellow onion, chopped 3 stalks celery, diced 4 carrots, diced 3 cups water 1/2 cup butter 1/2 cup flour 6 cups whole milk 8-10 ounces grated cheddar
Combine the first set of ingredients in a big stock pot and bring to a boil. Let boil for 10-15 minutes or until tender...
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WatchYES
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Free Write
Girl spread across two cities like jam and much sweeter for it. Seeking paycheck. Seeking tax break. Seeking caffeine that don’t cause headaches and feet that don’t complain for the dancing and beers that stay full all along and sunshine like this straight through snow season and what’s that bleeding heart? What’s that blister? What tear can squeeze past in this rush? ...
Every time I cut my hair, I somehow feel more stable.
A professor and I used to have tea in her treehouse most days and talk about such things. She liked to think that hair holds bad memories. When you get rid of it, some of the sadness goes.
Physically, haircuts make us forever lighter.
The poetry of loss is also that of growth.
