What Not to Wear
Everything I tried on made me look like either a couch or a backup dancer.
Everything I tried on made me look like either a couch or a backup dancer.
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
Before long I was seated at his table, eating my breakfast burrito and listening to him ramble on about the local waterfalls, the crème brulée he likes to bake for the employees here, and his passion for the COVID-19 vaccination.
I don’t know the first thing about farming, contracting, small business, politicking, etc. But they can’t all be right.
I am managing internal and external chaos by running until I’m really, really tired.
We all settled in for work from “home” days together (it’s a corporate girl summer after all).
The pace of the game, a deterrent to some, feels to me like the perfect match for a slow summer night.
The muskrats giving glimpses of their heads before diving back underwater—all that I was seeing was so very fragile.
I stood with a clump of counselors somewhere around midnight, watching the torrential downpour jarred by flashes of light.
You are suddenly and acutely aware that when you die and go to hell, this is what awaits you.