Thursday, August 24, 2006
by Amanda.
Between leaving Austin and moving to New York last year, I moved back in with my parents for the summer. I began to plan the move to NYC. Then I began to plan just in case I needed to move back to Austin or stay in Corpus Christi. In the end, I took a job in New York, rented a horrible apartment that I lived in for one night, found an apartment share on the Upper West Side, and officially relocated. It might sound easy, but this happened after an entire summer of flying back and forth between Texas and New York.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
by Amanda.
When I was a kid, I used to stand up too quickly and be overcome by a vertiginous lurch that my mom insisted meant “you sit on your butt too much - go take out the trash.” I had not-so-secretly hoped it meant I had some kind of disease characterized by auras and a tendency to sprawl for hours and read. I also used to go outside on sunny days, squint, and watch all these molecules of matter present themselves. I though it might mean I was a prodigy, because I had seen it done by the kid genius in Little Man Tate or rather, the video editors of Little Man Tate. If I wasn’t a prodigy, I’d settle for having special mutations. I later learned of corneal scratches. How disappointing.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
by Amanda.
The alarm went off at 3:30 a.m. today. By 4 a.m., my dad was on his way back to Texas. He’d been visiting since Tuesday and the door of his tolerance was beginning to jam. He says New York City is a toilet that won’t flush. That’s an opinion, of course, but no one can argue that it’s a sidewalk constantly crowded and a doorknob always smudged and sticky with a million fingerprints.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
by Amanda.
Summers of
my childhood
were long,
packed with
flies and the
sticky-shrill
cry of cicadas,
afternoon
to dusk.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
by Amanda.
I had this conversation with my mom today.
Me: Yeah, Cade and I are going to Zabar’s later.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
by Amanda.
Happy Daddy’s Day.
Things have been chaotic for me in the last few weeks, so I didn’t do anything for my dad today except wish him a happy day and discuss my apartment situation. Bleh. I feel like a bad daughter.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
by Amanda.
Today I found out that Jody Herro passed away on May 25th. Jody was the husband of Jan, one of my mom’s cancer patients. Together, Jan and Jody ran Jan & Jody’s Treasures, an antique shop in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
by Amanda.
“If you don’t have big breasts, put ribbons in your pigtails.”
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
by Amanda.
You breathe
huskily
in my ear
and I know
how you want
things to be.
You, me on the floor,
in your bed. We’ll
watch the afternoon
slowly drain from the
sun. Me wet from the
storm of your kisses.
Between leaving Austin and moving to New York last year, I moved back in with my parents for the summer. I began to plan the move to NYC. Then I began to plan just in case I needed to move back to Austin or stay in Corpus Christi. In the end, I took a job in New York, rented a horrible apartment that I lived in for one night, found an apartment share on the Upper West Side, and officially relocated. It might sound easy, but this happened after an entire summer of flying back and forth between Texas and New York.
