My latest medication is just the prettiest shade: the same as my car, my slippers from Nepal, my shirt from Costco and my eyes from my English grandfather. Jill thought I should take a picture. Now that you see me, you canĀ see the impossibility of my writing for a while longer. Several weeks ago I wrote a very little, very dark, three-paragraph essay about the state I’m in. It’s perhaps too revealing to put […]
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Voice from the Bottom of the Well
Friends, I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve missed you. I don’t know how much longer until I’m able to return here. In the meantime, here are two things that almost got a laugh out of me in the last few days. My friend M, in a tone of great seriousness, asked me at dinner last weekend, “You know, Ginna: talk to me about those fried cakes.” Yesterday was my first day of ESL […]
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