May 25, 2017
In Which the Magpie Makes a Ghost Map of the City
The haunting of Rooney Mara . . . a delivery room turned walk-in closet . . . Ain Gordon’s “Radicals in Miniature”
The haunting of Rooney Mara . . . a delivery room turned walk-in closet . . . Ain Gordon’s “Radicals in Miniature”
The stuff we talk about after we finish with our weekly outrage.
I wanted the most information possible and thought I had nothing to fear. Then my mother began to lose her memory.
Zebras and tigers, candy canes and barber poles, bumblebees on awnings!
“Hold a cast-iron skillet and you’ll feel the weight of this history through the handle.”
“Through books, the best parts of me could breathe and be seen. No boy was going to fuck that up for me.”
Puppies . . . daffodils . . . surveillance-proof cloaks
A fan-pilgrim expects to find a special world, a sense of belonging. I just wasn’t sure what I’d find on Anne’s island.
We know the damage of othering. What about the ravages of Same-ing?
It was the form of therapy I feared that changed me for the better.
A synthetic desert . . . a forest made of foam . . . the privilege of quiet
“If you wanted to remember someone or something, you had to choose carefully.”
“I found the worry dolls again, bittersweet reminders of a simpler time.”
Fukushima’s radioactive boars . . . Ovidian transformations . . . Amy Sillman’s “After Metamorphoses”
“If food is like a language, then menudo is its own dialect in my family.”
My lesson should have been “choose risk”—change didn’t always mean closing a door.
A dog and her birthday pancake . . . the fate of Old Yeller et al . . . Thomas Roma’s dog shadow photographs
“Their Eyes Were Watching God is a timeless novel that shows us the resilience of the human spirit.”
