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Monthly archives for September, 2013

I am a Writer.

I am a Writer.

When I see a runner pummeling down the sidewalk in the September heat, I think to myself, what must it be like to have that– to have the self-knowledge that, whatever else you may or may not be, you are a runner. I have to remind myself that I do have that self-knowledge: I am […]

Babel for Peace

Babel for Peace

What if the Tower of Babel was a blessing? What if no one spoke the same language, and everyone had to communicate in a third? What if instead of spending our time selecting the most searing and potent words in our own language to use in argument against our neighbor, we had to muddle our […]

A brief history of my relationship with Orange.

A brief history of my relationship with Orange.

It started with a skirt that I bought cheap when I was in Russia. It had gotten hot all of a sudden, and I didn’t have any hot-weather clothes. The skirt was short, and cute, and it wasn’t like anything that I would ever buy back in the States, I told myself, because, most importantly, […]