I poo poo sororities. For the most part. I was in one. I loved it, in the beginning. But, when my first major crush told me, “You know, sororities are just cults,” I played the victim. “My mother made me do it.” She had good reason. She, my father, and I showed up for Freshman …
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grief erupts slowly.
It isn’t the anniversary of her death. Nor is it fall, the season I usually start to feel her absence. But, grief doesn’t run on a calendar, so that I can cross off weeks or months until the fog lifts. Grief rises to the surface, intermittent, unpredictable, like bubbles in a bed of lava. I’d …
The Science of Writing
I came upon this article from Real Simple Magazine the other day, where Jonah Lehrer writes about the science of thinking. He mentions indecision, which leads to panic, which I relate to well: I can’t decide what I want to cook for dinner (because, really, I don’t want to cook dinner). Then, the kids ask …