Writing With Abandon
Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.
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How will I choose to use my time? (This time being the 8 minutes before my workday begins.) I’m choosing to slice. I saw Ana’s call in our KLA Slicers WhatsApp group chat. I saw Kim’s slice waiting to be read in my inbox. I have Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals…
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I get it from my momma — a flight response when faced with certain things, usually medical, often at an unideal time. I start to feel woozy, dizzy; it’s hard to concentrate on the person speaking. My anxious imagination starts spinning, thinking I am in danger alongside the other person. My heart rate and blood…
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“You are our emergency contact ❤️” Gi texts me, with a photo of her computer screen. She and Jason are completing their condo application — they’re moving from their apartment for the first time since I’ve known her — and they need to provide at least two emergency contacts. I made Gi my emergency contact…
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Since January 1st, I’ve been reading and journaling alongside The Book of Alchemy by Suleika Jaouad. Described as a “guide to the art of journaling,” Jaouad’s book offers itself as your companion if you wish to complete a 100-day journaling project — there are ten sets of ten short essays by various writers, followed by…
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On the team Slack channel: [2:34 PM] Me: Omg I’m dying [2:34 PM] Me: Their video kept zooming all over the place [2:34 PM] Me: C didn’t even get a word in [2:34 PM] C: The constant panning and zooming of the camera was so funny [2:34 PM] Me: I had to really hold it…
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This week, I finished reading All the Way to the River, Liz Gilbert’s new memoir about love, grief, and addiction. Back in the spring, when I’d seen that she was coming to the Arsht Center for a “conversation,” I booked three tickets for Ana, Kim, and I to see her speak. Our tickets included a…
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I have 10 minutes left of my ride to my tutoring session, so I thought I’d try to squeeze a slice in. It’s been odd weather the last few days, humid and breezy, sprinkles of rain, likely because of Hurricane Melissa. My heart hurts for Jamaica and Cuba and Hispaniola. It’s useful to know when…
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I grew up in New York City, so Halloween looked a little different from the movies I grew up watching in the 90s, but it was still my favorite holiday. As a kid with a serious sweet tooth, Halloween was the ultimate event of the year. I got to dress up in a cool costume…
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It happened so quickly. Chappell Roan playing on the car radio, me smiling and belting out the lyrics, just a few blocks away from my acupuncturist’s, where I couldn’t wait to update her on my progress. I cruised through the intersection, saw the car across from me signal to go left, then saw it coming…
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A little over four years ago, in April, I sat by the water in Brickell after dropping my things at the Hampton Inn. It was the night before I spent the day at KLA and gave a demo lesson to my would-be students. The sky was all blues and pinks and the air was humid.…
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