Author: lyn

the burden of stuff

Since January, in preparation for the move, we’ve been going through our stuff and donating or tossing the items we no longer want or need. “You know what would be fun?” I thought. “It would be fun to...

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how we got over

There’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....

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the right equipment

Last Friday night I leaned across a narrow wooden arm rest and proffered my friend a Coke Zero into which I had poured white rum. I would have normally chosen whiskey, but the circumstances of a crowded theater prevailed. Once...

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here comes the new, again

There was a point, five days before Christmas, where I was lying on a mat on my living room floor. I was trying to do pilates, but tears kept rolling into my ears, and nothing the relentlessly cheerful video instructor was...

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