Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always loved pushing buttons. And I don’t mean figuratively: I literally liked to press those little plastic buttons on calculators, telephones cash registers – any gadget I could get my hands on. I loved the clicking noise they made. The response they elicited from the machine they were mounted on: a click, a beep, a number, a ding, a drawer…it was all so satisfying! Continue reading
Your stuff is all there at the bottom of the stairs. It’s sitting in a bag, waiting for me to take it somewhere, like those bags of clothes I give to good will.
Every time I leave the house, it looks eagerly at me, as if it wants me to do something with it. Like a child, it’s impatient and expectant. It thinks I have a plan.
Only I don’t know what to do with it. Continue reading
I’ve been worrying about my 30th birthday for about a month now (READ: Months), and whenever people ask me why I’m so anxious, I tell them I just thought I would have accomplished more by now. Continue reading
The old woman on the train is judging me this morning. She’s sitting across from me, staring into last night’s makeup – an abyss of mascara and regret – and she knows I haven’t been home. Continue reading
I remember when I was younger, my family lived in this little grey cottage on a 50-acre estate in Dover Massachusetts. At the time, my parents were scarcely older than I am now, and didn’t have much money, so they worked as caretakers on the estate to subsidize rent. My sister and I, we saw this place as a never ending fantasy land: fields of buttercups, forests with hidden streams, gardens full of roses, deserted old houses all came to life with our imagination. Being home schooled, we were free to dream anything, Continue reading
In which two people who have been together for a long time, and still seem happy about it, have a dispute about where things go in the kitchen.
“Lizzie we obviously have a disagreement a about where this lives.”
“Well, I don’t know where it lives.”
“It lives right here, you see?”
“Ok fine, now I know!”
“Yes this is where it lives now, ok?”
“It didn’t always live there.”
“Where else did it live?”
“Well, I don’t know but it didn’t live there.”
“Alright, well now it lives here.”
Recently I dated someone who snored. It was the first time I’d ever dated anyone who snored so voraciously and consistently all night long that I could not even sleep through it. And to make matters worse, he snored in every position! All night long I would lie next to him, resentful and angry, while he slept peacefully rattling the house. Continue reading
I’m not gonna lie: I’ve been down in the dumps lately. Things just haven’t seemed to go my way. Work, love, life in general it seems has had it in for me. Despite my best efforts, everything I touch turns it’s back to me and kicks a little dust in my face on its way out. Continue reading