Angry
Raging feminist thoughts from my purple bedroom (a bit of a book review, a bit of an improperly sourced essay, way too long to be a blog post but here we go anyway). I am angry. I just finished reading Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo. A novella that reads almost like an exposé,…
A girl in limbo
First, my sincerest apologies to my fellow M-trainers and the followers of this blog that this is my first post. This semester has not gone as planned in nearly any way, unfortunately including my blog participation. I had a realization today on a run (it’s amazing the epiphanies you (think you) have when the endorphins…
Asleep
Did I vow to write a blog post every week? Yes, but time moves slower (faster?) when you never leave the house. Inspired by a conversation with a friend. What do I miss most about New York City?I miss the way that sunlight hit St. John the Divine as I walked home from the library.I…
Spring
I am grateful for the spring, for the bundles of green that exploded last night from the white, five-petaled fireworks that exploded a week ago from the buds of the cherry trees lining the familiar Georgia backroads after that haphazard March rain; the early azaleas, flaunting their pinks and reds and whites before they are…
her tear
Free refill for tears these days. My parents told me the story of a whole family being engulfed by COVID-19. The grandma was the first to contract the virus, died in a few days. Then the dad got sick, followed by the mom – both were sent away as soon as they tested positive. Before…
scoby
Hullo. It has been a while, yes. If you’ve been following along- I don’t know who you are, but we appreciate you. Please don’t leave. A lot has happened *coughcoronaviruscough*. We are no longer on three continents. School is online, and so is this friendship. Funnily, that is why we started this blog to begin…
On expectations and subversions
I am at a point in my life where it seems like nothing is constant. Life has been diminished to a series of endless uprootings and relocations, farewells, novelties. However, although I am left sometimes with an intense longing for stability, I have grown exceptionally good at living out of a suitcase, and, for better…
on friendship
This is Cherrie. She is wise and curious and she makes me laugh. She is a good friend. Yesterday, Cherrie and I went to the Jewish Museum together, but we almost didn’t go. Or to be exact, I almost didn’t go. On Friday I was feeling frazzled because I had broken my laptop and I…
oy! or yo!
Hello is too uptight, Hi is too boring, and Hey is too American. What about “Ahoy Sexy”? Did you see Frances’ and Sophie’s reactions? Don’t startle and embarrass your friend. (Please get used to all the Greta Gerwig-related jokes starting from right now.) Here are two more options: oy! yo! If you are a New…
The M Train 