Just like a tattoo.
When I moved back to L.A. three years ago, I made three compilation CDs to keep me awake through the 16-hour drive. In a rush of originality, I labeled these discs Driving Disc #1, Driving Disc #2, and...
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My new doctor interrupted me just as tears began gathering in my eyes. “Good timing,” I told her, stifling sniffles. “I was just about to get to a really sad part of this book, The End of Your Life...
View ArticleWhat is run can never be unrun
It’s tempting to run to music. Stepping in time to someone else’s tune is usually much easier than setting my own. It’s easier, but it’s also less fulfilling. Tonight I ditched my music, donned my new...
View ArticleBrave
My next post involves an honest-to-goodness epiphany. I don’t mean the kind I experienced when I was nineteen, when the comic bubble exclamation mark over my head disappeared almost as quickly as it...
View ArticleLittle Hollywood, big life
Adam said hi and he’ll see you Sunday. I read my husband’s text message with confusion before replying, He’ll see me Sunday? Huh? Wrap party? he quickly texted back. Ooooooooh. I kinda forgot about...
View ArticleSharing Demons
I like to listen more than I like to watch, much to my movie-loving husband’s chagrin. Even so, when a friend told me I’d love the music video for Imagine Dragons’ “Demons,” I was willing to give...
View ArticleThe scars on our hearts
We laid side by side and discussed the end of our relationship. There was no arguing. No crying. No screaming. No pleading. We were done, Anthony and I. We had gone our own ways months before; our...
View ArticleJust Give Me a Reason
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the once almost-end of my relationship with Anthony in “The scars on our hearts.” The song that inspired it wasn’t available on YouTube yet, so I couldn’t share it then....
View Article“Am I in heaven already?”: On hospice and harpists
“Hey, Mom. Guess what? I’m coming into town.” Rachael just told me you’re dying, so if I don’t come now, I’ll never get to see you again. “Oh, that’s nice, honey. Will you stay with me?” “Sure I will,...
View ArticleDear Mom
Dear Mom, I still have two of your voicemails. Those voicemails riled me up when you left them. Marry that sweet man of yours! you told me. You loved Anthony the moment you met him. And why wouldn’t...
View ArticleIn which we sing, and kinda “Let It Go”
My husband and I owed our five-year-old’s teacher a Christmas version of “Let It Go.” Today we worked through our first draft. Afterward, I sang it back to Anthony since he was driving. We burst out...
View ArticleCecilia
My mom loved Simon & Garfunkel’s “Cecilia.” It was one of the few songs I didn’t mind her playing over and over. I’m shopping now. “Cecilia” just came on over the store’s loudspeakers. I didn’t...
View ArticleI’m hurting, baby!
My five-year-old, Li’l D, was irritated with me last night. (Why? Your guess is as good as mine!) A P!nk song I like came on the radio. “Yeah! I like her!” I cheered. “I don’t. I like Adam!” Li’l D...
View Articlemusic and love
times past bled together yesterday at the skilled coaxing of music i was 14 years ago, sweeping my mom’s room while listening to sarah mclachlan’s “i will remember you” over and over and over again so...
View ArticleBe creepier, “Grenade.” Wait, don’t.
Infatuation does not equal love. Seems pretty obvious put in those terms, doesn’t it? Well, duh. Who ever said otherwise? Let’s consider this, shall we? In sixth grade, I thought I would never love...
View ArticleJust like a tattoo.
When I moved back to L.A. three years ago, I made three compilation CDs to keep me awake through the 16-hour drive. In a rush of originality, I labeled these discs Driving Disc #1, Driving Disc #2, and...
View ArticleLittle Hollywood, big life
Adam said hi and he’ll see you Sunday. I read my husband’s text message with confusion before replying, He’ll see me Sunday? Huh? Wrap party? he quickly texted back. Ooooooooh. I kinda forgot about...
View ArticleI’m hurting, baby!
My five-year-old, Li’l D, was irritated with me last night. (Why? Your guess is as good as mine!) A P!nk song I like came on the radio. “Yeah! I like her!” I cheered. “I don’t. I like Adam!” Li’l D...
View ArticleThe scars on our hearts
We laid side by side and discussed the end of our relationship. There was no arguing. No crying. No screaming. No pleading. We were done, Anthony and I. We had gone our own ways months before; our...
View Article“Am I in heaven already?”: On hospice and harpists
“Hey, Mom. Guess what? I’m coming into town.” Rachael just told me you’re dying, so if I don’t come now, I’ll never get to see you again. “Oh, that’s nice, honey. Will you stay with me?” “Sure I will,...
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