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Lilian Nattel
Red Shoes
From my new blog: On a youngish woman riding the subway. She wore a winter coat, and blue leggings, and had a suitcase on wheels. Her shoes were so red…
How To Take Back Facebook & Defeat Trolls
I just read an interview with tech people who founded the internet & social media. They were appalled at how their idealism and naivite has shaped up into a nightmare.…
What Mark Zuckerberg Didn’t Tell You
FaceBook tracks you across the internet on any website that has a FB button, whether or not you are signed into FaceBook and even if you don’t have an account.…
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On Embarrassment
Being bipedal animals with consciousness, humans have this propensity for remembering and obsessing, but other animals get embarrassed, too. I had a housemate, once, with a mean cat. At the…
Unlikely Saints
It’s been about a year since I went to emergency with my hockey playing concussed daughter. At the time, all that concerned me was her head, but I instinctively sat…
The Gentle-Hearted Computer Scammer
Sometimes I like to toy with the scammers on the phone. It’s an exercise in quick thinking, saying whatever comes into my head, messing with them until they hang up…
The Oldest Woman’s Secret
The reporter sits across from me and asks very nicely if he can record our conversation. Video, he says. I know what video is, I tell him. My voice doesn’t…
Found Art
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Moving!
I am now self-hosting my blog! If you’re following me here, please subscribe there! At one time, believe it or not, I had half a dozen different blogs. Life is…
Found Art
I was walking along Dupont Street, a formerly semi-industrial street nearby, now in process of change and unsure of its identity. It features construction companies, expensive car dealerships, a barbershop,…
A Girl In Hitler Youth
The Shame of Survival: Working Through a Nazi Childhood by Ursula Mahlendorf My rating: 4 of 5 stars Ursula Mahlendorf was born the same year as my mother. They were…
Part III
I’ve finished the first scene of the last section of my new novel, unless, of course, there turns out to be more. That’s the strangeness of writing the way I…
2016 in Abstract
On New Year’s Eve around midnight, my two girls and I stuck our heads out the window that’s missing a screen so we could watch the fireworks, and then someone…