Category: featured
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The odd, uneven time
I am a self-absorbed and fairly selfish person, with persistent and unwarranted faith in elastic time, and these traits leave scant accommodation for anyone else’s activities. I want my children to be happy, and to find things they like or even love doing, and have the freedom to do them – and, as with parenting…
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Whether with images or words or sound
A thin strip of sand-edged road, fast eroding, separates the Vineyard Sound from a large salt pond the Wapanoaug named Sengekontacket, place where the brook flows. Here, the cormorants scritch scritch from the opposite bank, and a flock of blue-white gulls rear up in a wild, undulating fracas, but the water is still and temperate,…
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The Guest, and other ghost stories
The summer of 2008, on the east end of Long Island – it was the disintegration of a dream, those mad, tilting moments between dream and fantasy and fever dream and nightmare. It was the summer of the Montauk Monster and the first season of the Real Housewives of New York and flip video cameras.…
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Goodness, Deconcentration, and the Great Concavity
Easter, 2014. I put on a chartreuse dress and lilac suede sandals and Brady and I go uptown to my great aunt’s where we eat mille feuille from Lady M and drink probably too much white wine out of small, weighty hock glasses. On the way home I get off the subway two stops early…
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Matters of the Heart
One of the great, enjoyable mysteries of any pregnancy is what the baby will look like. How strange, then, to know my daughter’s interior so intimately months before I saw her face. Read more
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