Author: lyn

in which i curse my overactive imagination

So this morning while I was getting ready for work I started thinking about the T.V. show Intervention, and I started replaying the end of this one episode in my head where the sister and brother and father read their heartfelt...

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the wrong way

I was reading the latest Matt Taibbi article in Rolling Stone at the gym this morning when these three paragraphs hit me square in the chest [bolded emphasis mine]: Another Ohio Democrat, Steve Driehaus, clashed repeatedly with...

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mixtape 11: 1992

The summer between sixth and seventh grade, my mom and I moved down south to join my dad, who had already settled into his new assignment ahead of us. I saw the move as my chance at reinvention. An opportunity to shed my...

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just wait’ll you see my fair market value

Once you are married, your uterus — which all your single life has been a privately held company — goes public. Suddenly everyone fancies themselves shareholders and has ideas to pitch on the future of the, uh,...

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what i should have said

SCENE Fifth grade. I am standing in a courtyard between buildings. I am wearing glasses, a white and red t-shirt printed with illustrated dalmatian puppies and hearts, and pink cotton leggings tucked into purposefully mismatched...

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inside out

When you travel by train, you see everything cars don’t. You see what people try to hide, like...

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