I remember getting my first Polaroid camera at the age of 11 and the thrill of being able to instantly share photos with friends. It was amazing to instantly have a tangible memory of a birthday party or other event. Polaroid website recently celebrated their 75th anniversary in 2012. I couldn’t help but draw parallels [...]
OK let me preface this by saying I’m not being self-pitying. At least I hope not.
I need to choose something to submit to the spring contest of a women’s website.
I am thinking of submitting the thing I wrote called “Sight.” I have to cut out 200 hundred words. The feedback I’ve gotten about [...]
“No one really likes stories with happy endings honey,” he says to me as he takes his hand out of my long brown hair. We are crammed in the back seat of his Honda outside the Starbucks that just closed.
“Stephanie,” I say. “None of this honey, sweetie stuff. Just call me by my name please.”
Because life is hard. The city is gritty. Because it wears you down at the edges. Because it tries to beat you down. Because it’s busy. Too busy for me. But it’s my job not to let it beat me down. Not to let it wear away at the fabric of my brain. Even as [...]
Stephen sits ahead of me in lecture. His blonde curly hair is overdue for a cut and getting unruly. He never takes down many notes. He always has a notebook open in front of him though. There are two books stacked in front of him: fluid dynamics and a book about digital photography. His black [...]
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This is an opinion piece. Let me state that from the outset. It will be followed up by a research piece. I rarely write what I would call “personal” entries but this is something I’ve been wanting to write a little bit about for a while.
The pot lighting is warm but the air is a bit chilly. In the corner a girl – maybe 6 years old – sits with her hands over her face. She looks tiny in the chair, like Alice lost in Wonderland. There are white fold-up chairs hidden away in an [...]
“No one really likes stories with happy endings,” he says. He takes his hand out of my long brown hair. I feel rejected.
“That’s not true.”
He adjusts the rearview mirror. I don’t know why he does it since we are parked. What is he looking at I wonder. The windows [...]
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