My Dog is Chelsea

My mother rarely tells stories about my father. Catch her in the right mood, though, and they’ll come out. I think, mainly, they are so few and far between because even now, thirteen years later, they make her sad. My mother was raised in a family in which, I suspect, emotion was equated with weakness, [...]

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It may be hard to believe, but it’s the truth: coffee in New York is terrible. We may have the best bagels and pizza in the world available at all hours of the night, but we just don’t do coffee—or if we do, we do it poorly. The one bonus of New York coffee is [...]

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“Change. The ceaseless transformation that keeps everything moving. Look around and you can see how much New York City has changed. Things go faster, buildings get taller and big means bigger.” These words, inscribed on the back of my milk container this morning, stuck out at me like a poorly written epitaph on a gravestone. [...]

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Today, I’m posting something a little different than usual. A 12-year-old Xanga user asked me to post on his site why I hate Bush, and so I did. Then I felt the need to post it on my site as well. I welcome any comments/arguments you may have. After all, what is democracy if it [...]

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On the commute this morning, I was startled by two furry monstrosities that I at first thought were a pair of toy poodles but quickly realized that they were not, in fact, of the canine species—they were boots. The woman inside this unfortunate footwear was seated next to a man in paint-covered work boots, who [...]

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