Humoring Through Writing
Even though I didn’t know how to play any type of jazz instrument, when I was a junior in high school I decided I was going to join jazz band. Ours was a fairly typical suburban high school arts program: understaffed, under appreciated, underfunded. The light board for our school’s auditorium was run by a […]
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A young woman sat at the end of long wooden community table in the café, which was empty except for her. Sunlight poured through the large window behind her, spilling over the thick text book splayed open in front of her. From where I sat, I could see the pages divided with the hieroglyphics of […]
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The Old Stone Church sits on the edge of the Wachusett Reservoir in Boylston, Massachusetts. There is no shortage of these types of funky, haunted relics in New England, a region we like to believe was settled at the time of the Druids and therefore historically superior to the rest of the country. Looking at […]
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This October I missed New England’s main event: peak fall foliage. For people unfamiliar with this phenomenon, each autumn the leaves all over this part of the country go on a hunger strike, leeching the green from their veiny hands to replace it with the most brilliant, jeweled earth tones of scarlets, oranges, and yellows. […]
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Parked in my driveway with my face resting on the steering wheel, to the casual passerby I probably looked like the “after” in an Ambien ad. I was listening so intently to the radio that I had my face mashed as close to the speaker as it could get. It was an interview on NPR’s […]
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There’s an episode of Friends where Rachel convinces Phoebe to get a tattoo with her. go Rachel has a small heart inked on her hip. Phoebe chickens out. The blue speck of ink on her shoulder is as far as she got before bolting. Rachel is pissed; they had a pact. “They use needles!” she […]
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