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| 2.24.05 | the goth st. pauly girl |
| I look up from my coffee and - oh my God - there's this woman.
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| 8.18.03 | the little voice |
| Someday I'm going to start listening to that little voice. Also, I'm going to stay in bed every Monday.
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| 8.7.03 | one of those days |
| I look up and see the Muni driver in the car. Never a good sign.
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| 7.21.03 | the silly person |
| That morning my fortune warned me: "Silly people will try to get in your way today. Ignore them." I should have listened.
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| 2.5.03 | oh my aching legs |
| Not old. Not fat. But getting there.
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| 2.4.03 | the secrets of cole valley |
| Only half of the people who look homeless actually are. The rest are merely eccentric.
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| 9.6.02 | intermission |
| Consider this a small intermission.
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| 8.23.02 | throwaways |
| It was on my own doorstep every day now. And I was slammed with the harsh realization of exactly which side I was on.
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| 7.5.02 | the slow glimmering descent |
| I've been watching fireworks there for years, but last night was different. And not just because it was clear.
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| 6.21.02 | america dreaming |
| We sat talking until our mochas were gone and the sun began to disappear into Carl Street.
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| 5.3.02 | stories from the park |
| The park changed from a faraway place I visited once a month to a daily haunt. And I changed, too.
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| 3.23.02 | singing in the rain |
| I say it every time he tells me about his friend's dogs. I'll do it again tomorrow, when we have this conversation again.
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| 1.30.02 | laundry day |
| Nobody happy ever steps foot in this room, I thought.
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| 11.19.01 | twenty-five cents and counting |
| But now my children mocked me every time I walked into the Booksmith. Those two, still sitting there. Unloved. Unread. Unpurchased.
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| 7.29.01 | life from one foot up |
| You think you know people. Adult people. People who can put together coherent sentences. And then you go out with two Chihuahuas on leashes and you see the world for what it really is.
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| 7.12.01 | affiliations |
| I'd already forgotten what the options were. In the post-web world, I have no shame, and a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks.
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| 3.18.01 | home and away |
| "Somebody's painting," I said as I climbed the stairs to my apartment. And when I opened the door, I knew where the smell was coming from.
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| 2.7.01 | a perfect summer day in february |
| Twenty years later and I'm much better about having my hair cut, but I still get attached to hairdressers.
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| 2.6.01 | his name is johnny |
| All those times I stepped around him on my way up to my warm bed and I never talked to him. Never got his name. Never bothered.
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| 11.9.00 | a presidential debate in my head |
| The grownup in me was decided. I just didn't know if I wanted to be a grownup yet.
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| 8.23.00 | fred found his spot |
| But the most striking thing about it was its exposed roots, still locked in a circle, washed clean by the rain.
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| 7.16.00 | an unusual heat |
| I sat there for a long time in that heat before I knew what I had to do.
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| 6.27.00 | muni magic trick |
| I can see it billow like giant translucent cotton, rolling down Carl Street. Ghost tumbleweeds.
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| 4.4.00 | casa carmelita |
| The old Derek, the one before Europe, would have turned and run. That I know. The old Derek would not have gone in. So that's exactly what I did.
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| 12.31.99 | my mantra for the year 2000 |
| It was my first taste of millennial panic. And it was going to get worse.
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| 12.25.99 | a brand new san francisco |
| This is the story of how I met Dave.
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| 4.9.99 | good intentions and a bag of chex mix |
| It's moments like this when the two sides of my brain fight with each other.
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| 3.5.99 | the view from a taxi window |
| "Oh!" He said, excitedly. "I've been to Amsterdam. Great place."
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| 2.24.99 | "whaddayamean you've never done ecstasy?" |
| I though about it for a moment. She always knows when to let the silence speak for her.
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| 2.10.99 | looking down a forgotten street |
| I wish I knew why I was dreaming about this.
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| 1.9.99 | saving gelatinous spooge |
| I knew in my heart that drue and I wouldn't be leaving the SPCA alone.
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| 12.9.98 | how I became a cold-blooded killer |
| It wasn't until the little bastard darted out of his hole and stared right at me that I started to get it.
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| 11.12.98 | thank goodness for street cleaning |
| Those 60s soul singers really knew what to do with a funk.
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| 11.1.98 | a halloween of good and evil |
| I was wearing glowing horns. I had my pet rat Hortense. I was going to get to that party.
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| 10.29.98 | but, dad, my apartment is on fire! |
| All I could think about was that shiny new table, glowing in embers.
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| 10.8.98 | a brand new jar of pickles |
| These weren't just any pickles.
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| 10.3.98 | bathroom self-portrait 1: el bobo |
| Just ask the waitress to hold the 'tude and you'll have a fine time.
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| 8.16.98 | generations |
| "You mean you know each other form the computer?" Ruth giggled.
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| 8.11.98 | mom and dad, this is Josie's |
| I cleaned the house until it sparkled.
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| 8.11.98 | object of their affection |
| You'd be amazed how many times that question has come back to me.
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| 8.10.98 | using my hands |
| There's something so magical about teachers.
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| 8.10.98 | the relativity of gravity |
| I can't help but wonder about him.
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| 8.10.98 | living alone |
| The feeling was disrupted by the unmistakable sound of a domestic squabble.
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| 8.10.98 | 40 ouncers and sushi |
| I have to stop and laugh.
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