Member since May, 2010
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If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
I'm the luckiest girl in the world - I never throw my hands up. Until I'm dancin' my heart out.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
the library, in the New Yorker and online whenever I need inspiration and/or a break from writing.
In bed I like to read:
contemporary works about modern life. You'll never find Jane Austen on my night table.
My favorite story of all time is:
one about a psychotherapist that I was told by a friend, who'd read it in The New Yorker. I don't want to butcher it here, but it is one of the very few stories that has stayed with me since its first telling.
Right now, I'm reading:
The Heights by Peter Hedges. I am reading it while having lunch, in between things and basically whenever I can justify reading instead of working. Haven't been this captivated by a book in a long time.
Latest Memoir (of 56):
I am fascinated by our past.
- I am fascinated by our past.
- I will never forget you. Ever,.
- You think you are really something.
- Remember that night at the gallery?
- I don't remember how we met.
- Stainless steel appliances: hand-print galleries.
- Girls in hats: mysterious, intelligent, reckless.
- What if we met again? Gasp.
- You moved. I stayed. Win-win, no?
- What was it about her, huh?
- Wish you'd told me about her.
- You didn't cheat. You just slipped.
- Did you mean what you said?
- Eyes up here! On second thought...
- Why did you leave? Oh, her.