December 2009

A review of the decade

In the first hours of 2000, I spun around a dance floor in South Africa. I was blond. I would line my eyes with kohl black. I was in love. Later that year, I learned that men lie, sometimes out of fear; sometimes out of guilt and sometimes just because they can. After a successful [...]

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Comeback post. Fail.

As a professional writer, I have quickly had to learn not to take negative feedback personally. I openly ask my clients to tell me whether the tone I have used, whether the words I have chosen are the right ones for their needs. In our correspondence, I usually say: “Tell me what you hate and [...]

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Unsent

Dearest Anon, It was lovely seeing you again too. When we sparred–my ice tinged words piercing our truths with humor; your words grazing old wounds with freshly familiar vagueness–I yearned for night to stand still. I longed for your words to desert you; for me to remain silent; a mime on pause dripping tar soaked [...]

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