I’ve told this story before, but figured it warranted retelling, especially considering The Fray’s current call for submissions. Sex n’ death! Yeaaah!
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I was seventeen years old, and we had just gone to the circus. Not some two-bit, tired-elephant circus either, but A Circus, hailing all the way from France with its haunting melodies [...]
Or, How I Learned To Stop Resisting Conformity And Love Life
It was for the standard little-girl reasons — prairie life, petticoats, ponies — that my sister and I loved watching Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman. But perhaps equal blame should be assigned to Laura Ingalls Wilder and her irresistible boxed set of books. She’s the one [...]
It occurred to me, about a month ago, that the only thing really preventing me from becoming a vegetarian was my fear of what other people would think. Namely, I worry about people thinking I have an eating disorder.
[Appendix A]
If we haven’t met, there are a few things I should probably clarify at this point:
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There isn’t much that I wouldn’t do for a bicycle.
They pass me every day on my walk to work: a whir and the click of switched gears, a breeze across my face and suddenly they are in front of me, churning pedals and disappearing over the hill. Sometimes they’re girls in skirts and leggings, frizzy [...]
When I was little I would sit on the toilet and wonder if ghosts were watching me. Hovering near the mirror, standing in the tub, poking their heads out of the closets — my eyes would scan our black and white tiled bathroom, convinced I was not alone.
This isn’t to say I was terrified in [...]