Category Archives: language

The One In Which Kai Is Dead

Posted on April 29, 2021 by kmarieh1

Kai sits on the stool next to me, her wide lips red, the fine lines around her eyes showing that she hasn’t slept really well for a few days. We drink and smoke, because that is what we do at … Continue reading →

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Proof That I Cannot Write A Valentine

Posted on February 15, 2019 by kmarieh1

I sat down yesterday to write about Valentine’s Day, and this happened. Perhaps another day, I will sit down to write about heartbreak, and a bubblegum pop lyric will erupt. Who knows? This is still not finished, but I’m “airing … Continue reading →

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High Time to Skip the Pleasantries

Posted on April 30, 2018 by kmarieh1

First, I watched the entire 19 minutes and 17 seconds of Michelle Wolf’s speech. Clearly that was something that the vast majority of the people talking about it did not do. Then, just to be clear, I checked the most … Continue reading →

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A Butter Dish, Cats, and Mr. Updike

Posted on February 12, 2018 by kmarieh1

I ate a piece of salt-rising toast today and forgot to set the cover back on the butter dish. We have a charming teal green cow-shaped butter dish, so for an hour or two the cow reclined next to the … Continue reading →

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Losing God

Posted on December 30, 2017 by kmarieh1

There is no date set in stone here. While my ecstatic adolescent diaries noted every reaffirmation of faith, every rededicating of my life, every hearing of a call to serve God that rocked my young life, I never wrote down … Continue reading →

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What We Call Things, Now

Posted on October 6, 2017 by kmarieh1

Today is a gorgeous mid-autumn day — the bluest of skies, warm sunlight, fresh breezes through the drying leaves. In short, a perfect day. A perfect Indian summer day. And that name passes through my thoughts swift as an eel, … Continue reading →

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