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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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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Sleeping in past my alarm. Scrolling on my phone. Taking Phoebe for a longer walk than just a quick pee before heading out the door. Do I read for a while on the couch? Do I get some copywriting out of the way? Do I have time to go down to the pool for a…
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It’s so peaceful here. That’s what I’m thinking as I paddle left and right in the yellow kayak through the canals of Xochimilco, a water transport system the Aztecs made that are teeming with life. The only other boats on the water at this early hour on a Monday morning are the large barge-like gondolas…
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James had asked us if we’d be interested in going to a hot-cold contrast therapy class with him and Emerald one day that we were here. He sent Patrick the website to Arc Community and we glanced at it and said sure, not really knowing what we were signing up for. Mike made a joke…
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Oh, health insurance Won’t you make it make sense? Bah! This is ridiculous. * Look on marketplace Compare the insurance plans “Twenty-one what?” * Coverage ended. Abrupt! Thanks for the warning… At least I’m healthy. 🤞 * Had no energy today to write anything else. Thankful to my mom for helping me compare all the…
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I could get used to this, I think as I melt into the massage table. Kim and I are at the Standard Spa thanks to the fifth grade parents’ generous graduation gift. We spent the morning at the pool, shared a breakfast sandwich followed by some guac and chips, fruit, and fresh coconut water, and…
Writing With Abandon 