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Open Your Gift
I have not been writing to you, but I have been writing. Every morning for the past couple of months, I open a medium-sized journal bound in yellow…
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Of Sidequests and Souvenirs
Somehow, it’s been three weeks since I got back from my trip. They’ve been eventful weeks, every crack in the calendar filled with recordings and side…
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The Archivist’s Welcome
When I last wrote you, I was on the precipice of a week of singing daily evensong services with the choir of All Saints’ Beverly Hills, first in…
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The Worst Chorus in Worcester
I didn’t sleep on the plane. Not more than a few minutes, total. This didn’t come as a huge surprise. I had hoped that maybe, since it was the end of a…
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Now streaming: THE MIRROR GAME
I had a novel experience yesterday: my therapist started our session by telling me how much she’d enjoyed my movie. It was actually a pretty springy…
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Social Desserts
Monday before last, I made a cake. I’d been feeling lousy, emotionally speaking, and hoped baking might be a mood booster. Hours later, I unmolded a…
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Familiar Vacation
What I ate and who I saw in Oaxaca, Mexico
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Marissa Flaxbart's Metaforia
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