the Nixionary

I bought these sweet potato chips from Whole Foods (only made with potatoes, peanut oil, and salt) and they are so good-thin and melty, begging me with their orange crunchy ridges for lips to keep eating them, keep eating.  I rubberbanded them and corralled them to their proper spot, out of my sight.  I am [...]

The most action in our office today: my fast-moving officemate (the one who unplugs my computer everyday with his happy feet) is making wine in the bathroom in a huge plastic tub which smells, oddly and unfortunately, like fish.
“We need one of those Piso Mujato signs,” J says behind me.
“What?”  I say.
“One of those yellow [...]

I’ve been considering what I’m afraid of and what I do about it.  Most recently, I’m afraid, again, of flying.  I thought I wasn’t anymore until the right side of my Chicago-bound plane felt like it dropped off a shelf.  Was I afraid of the wind?  I wondered. The trickiness of weather, or the awful [...]

Daylight Savings time always feels like a new thing.  On Monday, I felt like there was a storm coming when I left work, but it was just early ashy nighttime. Everything feels surprising lately. When I left work, I was standing there talking on my cell phone when this cat wedged its way between my [...]

This weekend was Halloween and All Saints Day–two weird things I don’t really understand.  I’ve never known how to approach the spectrum of places and people we become when we aren’t people anymore.
On Sunday, I prayed for my deceased grandparents, uncle, a small child who died in an accident in Alaska.  This is what we’re [...]