My stepmom sent me a copy of Eireann Lorsung’s Music For Landing Planes By last month, and I finally got around to reading it. The book is organized by quotations giving a general theme, and I got distinctly more into some sections than others — so, more on that later. But this is by far [...]
The first boy I would ever love I met when I was twelve years old. I had just begun junior high, and would watch him out of the corner of my eye during band rehearsal (trumpet, clarinet) and study hall. I would watch him like that for two years. Occasionally I lent him pencils. Every [...]
Backstage, I looked like a crazy person. I was talking to myself without making any noise, mouthing some nonexistent chorus. I was throwing my hands in the air, leaning over imaginary chairs, a little kick to the side. I was straightening my stockings, over and over and over again — looking back, restraightening. That was [...]
The last day of bookbinding class was a little grueling: I had two books to finish, or else . . . or else they just wouldn’t be finished. A copy of Candide that had been formatted for us, and the structure for a children’s book I wanted to make. For the most part I loved [...]
My first clue should have been that my eternally laid-back boyfriend was uncomfortable with it. “You look weirded out,” I said. “Are you weirded out? What’s wrong? Let’s talk it through.” “I’m not . . . weirded out,” he said carefully. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I think. Something seems off about it [...]