- I think, therefore I write. I am a collector of thoughts and a lover of truth and beauty.
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Vanity
She caught her reflection and stopped. It wasn’t vanity… or was it? She didn’t think so, but she’s good at justifying herself. It was more about awareness. She is endlessly fascinated by perception — how hers can be so skewed. … Continue reading
Older
She pulled in the driveway and drew the car into park, shutting off the engine. She looked at her house, surrounded by gray and houses too close to hers. She reached up to the windshield and pulled down the visor … Continue reading
On being sick
He walked in, handsome as ever in his straight jeans and black cardigan with slightly-wrinkled shirt poking out underneath — a typical Sunday afternoon look. He looked at me, pitifully, and, it seemed, disappointed. I was in bed for the … Continue reading
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Organizing
Her gaze fell upon the untidy stack of magazines on the floor. They’d been there for what… six, nine months now? A reminder of her miserable shortcomings as a household manager. For a moment, she contemplated taking the entire stack … Continue reading
Higher standards than God
It happened sometime after 11pm. We were discussing the revelation I had about my vast, amorphous, persistent false guilt (the revelation being that it exists) and it’s ties to my deep-seated perfectionism. I had changed into a purple striped vintage-style … Continue reading
Working
She filled her glass to the brim with milk and tossed the carton away. There was such abandon in knowing that a full one was waiting for her at the back of the fridge. Walking back to her office, she … Continue reading
11:26
I flipped the switch to reveal an unmade bed; my pillow dotted with mascara. I considered the scene, flooded with the unlovely radiance of “the big light.” It was late. Too late for my normal evening routine, much less this. … Continue reading
In Pursuit of Truth and Beauty 