Monthly Archives: June 2008

one n, no z, no h

Nobody gave a damn about how to pronounce my name for 26 years, until I moved here. I’d let kids I knew for years skate by on calling me Suzanne, Susan. Misspelling Susanna and Suzana and Suzannah in emails when … Continue reading

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in my anger, i am not blind

“My father always says ‘You are what you do, not what you say.’ Well, what you do makes me cry at night.” Address to the Plenary Session, Earth Summit, 1992. She got a standing ovation, and brought several delegates to … Continue reading

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hot in the streets

Near Broadway and 109th this afternoon. The evening rains must have washed her away by now.

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wash the sand out of my hair

I got my first mosquito bite of the season this weekend in Savannah. I felt the prick, paused, put down my newspaper. Man: We need to go bomb I-ran now. Boy: Why? (Eating a fry.) Why? (Eating another.) Why? (Swallow.) … Continue reading

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essentials, credentials

I’d like to step up the pace, if you don’t mind. Tourists in plastic blue rain slickers were lined up on both sides of the falls, waiting for their ride on a Maid of the Mist, and it wasn’t even … Continue reading

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