Soppho

My parents divorced when I was four, and since I’m accustomed to seeing them as two separate entities rather than a pair, I also tend to think of myself as pieces of the two of them—haphazardly stapled together. Maybe sewn together, with awkward stitches that leave visible seams. In fact, I don’t think their genes [...]

W: My Runner’s World quote of the day says that if your life sucks you should go for a run. But what should you do if your run sucks?
Me: Drink.

Yesterday was Y Chromosome’s 25th birthday. Isn’t that great? But let’s cut to the important part—namely how this pertains to me.
I am 11 months older than Y Chrome, which everyone loves to point out. My mother calls me a cradle-robbing old hag. She can get away with this because I have an older sister far [...]

It’s that time of year: when the traffic gets bad again, finding seats at a restaurant is impossible, and I once more have to slalom my way down the stairs of my apartment building, weaving between used condoms, spilled beer, and puddles of half-digested Ramen noodles spiked with stomach acid.
That’s right: the students are back [...]

It’s a good thing I’m never the sole witness to anything of significance. One: because I look guilty. Two: because I can never remember to photograph anything. This is a long standing and not-so-grand tradition. It was my Mom’s 50th birthday last year, and boy was my camera glad to attend, all nice and cozy, [...]