Tag: random musings
member name: Kerala Goodkin
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September 22, 2006 06:27 PM EDT --
In first grade, I announced to my parents that I either wanted to be a writer or "one of those people who pushes the cash register buttons at the grocery store." Alas, the magic of pushing buttons . . .
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August 07, 2006 02:40 PM EDT --
I had to remove this piece because it was accepted as an Amazon Short. Please check it out on Amazon!
Thanks so much to everyone who read and commented.
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July 28, 2006 07:04 PM EDT --
WHAT IS WRONG with my generation? Is it just me, or are my 20-something-year-old counterparts markedly more selfish than generations past?
The empty toilet paper dispenser in my bathroom says it all. . . .
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November 10, 2006 09:58 AM EST --
A follow-up to Why Everyone Should Write
Now that I have one published novel under my belt, it feels funny to call myself a "writer." I suppose I have always considered myself one, just as I . . .
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October 29, 2006 02:58 PM EST --
Last year, I didn't spend my holidays by a fireplace, but rather on a beach under a blazing sun. On December 25th, I was sipping margaritas in a city I once swore to myself I would never visit: Cancun, . . .
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September 14, 2006 05:50 PM EDT --
WHEN DAVE AND I met, he was a puffy, funny-looking guy with a flaming red Afro and an out-of-control drinking habit. It was fitting, I suppose, that we met at a party where we were both deliriously drunk. . . .
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October 22, 2006 04:25 PM EDT --
What is it that I, as a traveler, want? Plush-carpeted hotel rooms, palm-tree shaded swimming pools, Parisian-style sidewalk cafes? No thank you. Even if I had the money, I know such tireless luxury would . . .
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April 03, 2007 10:42 AM EDT --
When I was 14, I went to Kenya--kind of. By "kind of," I mean I was physically present in the country for two weeks. But please don't ask me what I learned. The Kenya that I saw looked like . . .
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April 17, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
When I was 18, I discovered that contrary to what my teachers had always led me to believe, I really sucked at speaking Spanish. It had always been my strongest subject: I passed two Spanish AP tests . . .
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May 28, 2007 01:18 PM EDT --
Now that it is winter, I can't seem to get warm. When indoors, I am always shivering, and I've taken to spending my early evenings in bed under layers of blankets. I stare out the window and smoke . . .
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May 01, 2007 11:23 PM EDT --
I spent last Thanksgiving in the Cincinnati ghetto. At least, that's how my boyfriend Rory described his father's neighborhood--where, he warned, I would be the only white person within a one- . . .
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May 14, 2007 06:54 PM EDT --
I spent last Thanksgiving in the Cincinnati ghetto. At least, that's how my boyfriend Rory described his father's neighborhood--where, he warned, I would be the only white person within a one- . . .
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June 26, 2007 07:09 PM EDT --
(Read Parts I and II here)
My chico (boyfriend) doesn't call that night or the next. I am ready to give up on him altogether, but then on Friday, I answer the phone as I'm headed out the door . . .
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June 12, 2007 06:24 PM EDT --
(Read Part I here)
I drink my café con leche and smoke another cigarette. I look out my window at Rio Churuquasqua, which is not a river at all, but a rushing torrent of brown sewage contained . . .
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July 10, 2007 06:21 PM EDT --
Read Parts I, II and III here.
Sucking on my cigarrette, I pass through the Plaza de Estudiantes, where teenagers congregate to hang out and brave the cold. Just "hanging out" is a popular . . .
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