What Should I Write?

When I was a wee child, picking a topic to write about was easy: I wrote COOL SHIT.  Like… bicycles that transform into helicopters or space ships or motorcycles or maybe power armor and I should have a cool robot friend who is sarcastic and transforms into like a briefcase. (I watched a lot of […]

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Living With a Tiny Closet

My house was built in 1930, an era when people did not accumulate quite so much stuff. In particular, I suspect the 1930 wardrobe was quite a bit less varied than today’s, because my closet is about the size of a refrigerator. My friend Nyla recently asked me, “How do you do it? You are […]

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Intelligence Vs. Instinct

So, there I was, in, what? Fourth grade? We were learning about instincts. Birds that could fly halfway around the globe to find exactly the same nesting site. Salmon swimming upstream without their parents to guide them to the pool where they were born! I raised my hand. “Why don’t we have any instincts?” I asked. […]

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The Awful Lie of Fitting In

As a teen, I felt the agony of not fitting in. Advice from my peers didn’t help.  “Dress how you want! But not in that!” I wrote many angsty teen poems about the tyrannical conformity of teal and pink penguins. I couldn’t escape ridicule for my clothes. I didn’t have control over what clothing I owned. […]

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Gender-Neutral Bathrooms

My office just got a new gender-neutral bathroom. There was a lot of objection from some staff members, mostly women, about having to ‘share with men,’ but ultimately, no amount of objection could erase the simple need: We needed it to meet building code for minimum number of toilets per residents. It’s true! The building […]

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Made-up Words

I was in third or fourth grade when I wrote a story about a group of kids forming a club with a friendly alien.  With a treehouse. Treehouses where very important to me at the time.  Other than that, the story was a straight rip-off of “The Story of the Four Little Children Who Went […]

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Making it Harder

We make things harder than they actually are.  Take rock-climbing. The beginning rock-climber takes way more steps and hand-holds than she actually needs.  Trust me. I’m a beginner.  I will not move an inch unless I am braced with both feet and both hands and the distance to step is smaller than a stair.  You […]

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