My Dog is Chelsea

My mother and my cocofraumosi* Bev arrived on Friday afternoon with an uncharacteristically laissez-faire attitude.
“We’re flexible,” said Bev. “We’ll do whatever.”
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Would you like to stop at the hotel first or should we go straight to lunch?”
“Oh, we’ll do whatever you want to do,” my mother chimed in. “We’re on vacation—we [...]

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So I think I’ve mentioned this before, but it merits another post—my local post office is the best post office ever. Do you like how I used the word ‘post’ three times in the last sentence? Yeah, me too.
I was mentioning how much I love going to our post office to Asa the other day, [...]

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I grew up in New York City on the ground floor of a brownstown. This meant we had access to a backyard—a very rare commodity in Manhattan—but since the tall buildings blocked out most of the direct sunlight, we couldn’t have a lawn. Determined to have one anyway, my parents installed a 10×10 green carpet [...]

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So here I am in New York City. The transit strike ended up not being so hard to work around—I just took the Long Island Railroad into Penn Station and a cab from there. The last sentence, I think, made the process sound a lot easier than it actually was, but that’s okay. Events thus [...]

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I’d write more but I’m too stressed out. Holiday anxiety has hit me hard today, like the subway strike has hit New York. Somehow in the next 48 hours, I must begin and complete my Christmas shopping, work two shifts, do laundry, find someone to take care of my dog, and fly home. And when [...]

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