jobs: 10/365

jobs: 10/365

One summer I ran the tennis courts at my high school. In college I worked as a waitress at a sandwich shop. The summer after I graduated I worked as a receptionist at my father’s company. The year after I graduated I was the first female Assistant to the...
chaos: 9/365

chaos: 9/365

The exterminator has already been here, I’ve got mail to go through, the grocery store, a growing list of errands that includes two Christmas returns, a suitcase to unpack, piles to organize. When I was in Provincetown I would come here first, often before I was...
time to myself: 7/365

time to myself: 7/365

In the interest of the whole truth, I must follow my being rich in family with my equally strong need/desire for time to myself. I’ve always felt this. The summer I was a brand-new teen-ager, I set off to Vermont by myself for two months of camp. My last year as...
family: 6/365

family: 6/365

On one of my birthdays, Lilli, my grandmother, wrote me a several-page letter (blue ink, a schoolteacher’s script) about the day I was born in Rapid City, South Dakota, her and my grandfather’s trip to see me, and our trip back to Georgia three weeks...
perfect: 5/365

perfect: 5/365

One of the hands pushing me toward this new daily practice was Roxane Gay’s book of essays, Bad Feminist. I’ve been reading it slowly over the last six weeks, and I gave copies as Christmas gifts. I’m reading Roxane’s book on my Kindle. I know,...
journal: 3/365

journal: 3/365

I’ve never kept a journal. BECAUSE I NEVER WANTED ANYONE TO FIND IT! Anyone. So basically this whole project scares me to death. You’d think I’d be worried about the dailiness of it, the commitment (and I can see how that could shape up to be a real...
rules: 2/365

rules: 2/365

Immediately after I published the post yesterday, I wondered what the rules were. Rules? Yes, rules. Like, alternating between a serious true thing and a non-serious true thing, or underlining the true thing in the post, or not writing posts ahead of time. No rules....