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. [...]

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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 [...]

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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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