It’s a tiny piece of paper; a scrap from a time of Texas bills, transmogrified into packing material two years ago. A slip that snuck, across state lines, a tiny cling; now resting on the floor of my car. I’ve moved too much, and in the last one, ended up apart from my things, in a [...]
August 22nd, 2008
Read...Searching for something else, I found this piece, which I believe was deleted from my blog in the mysterious blog purge of depressed laid-off posts. It republishes today, almost a year later, in a year without things. WASHINGTON, D.C., August 18, 2007 The unemployed know this - how the days can creep by, you, reading in [...]
July 29th, 2008
Read...ATLANTA, Georgia, May 2, 2008 Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot recently. What can I say? Sometimes things have to really bottom out before they rebuild - and I’m in that process. I’m on the way up for a change.
May 2nd, 2008
Read...ATLANTA, Georgia, November 10, 2007 I drove in at night; four Red Bulls strong, through Virginia and the Carolinas, and the deep dank dark that was northern Georgia at three in the morning. I came from D.C. - a city that wouldn’t miss me - back to Atlanta, a city that had. I stayed with friends for [...]
November 10th, 2007
Read...ATLANTA, Georgia, November 4, 2007 Halloween day, 4 p.m. Value Village, Atlanta’s premium thrift store offering on Moreland Ave., for a quick look around to see if I could find a better dress for my cheapo Corpse Bride throw-together costume. But what to my wandering eyes should appear than this monstrosity of a red sweater dress combo, elegantly [...]
November 4th, 2007
Read...SAN FRANCISCO, California, October 11, 2007 Hi all. LauraFries.com is down!!! I am so unsure of what happened to my posts from June > October. If they have disappeared, I will be extremely upset. But for now, I am in the lovely Bay area, about to go on a whirlwind tour of the city, so I will [...]
October 11th, 2007
Read...WASHINGTON, DC, July 19, 2007 My eyeballs hurt. My sockets are weary. I stare at my computer so long that my vision develops mirage spots … swervy spots that look like moisture evaporating off hot concrete. Sometimes, I get so I can’t read … the lines run together. On the metro, my eyes hurt; reading is painful. [...]
July 19th, 2007
Read...It’s true that I haven’t updated in a long, long time. It’s been a long, long month - dive bar Jello shots in Portland, fried bologna sandwiches at Daytona 400 in Florida, draft beers in Vegas, quesadillas in Phoenix, bagels in DC. It’s been a rough month; too much coffee, white bread, sugar; not enough sleep; too [...]
July 17th, 2007
Read...There are lines around my neck this morning. Faint lines; deepened and reddened by yesterday’s sun. They are my mother’s lines. They are mine. I’m twenty six today. AP style says I should put that in numerals: 26. I am 26. I say it out loud and it’s true: twenty six, I’ve earned it, I feel it, I feel great. Twentyfive [...]
May 28th, 2007
Read...WASHINGTON, DC, May 23, 2007 Her steps were jagged; harsh crisscrosses on uneven pavement, the too-fluid jangle of hep in her veins. She wore tight black jeans, and a tank, with a Michael Jackson-style fedora bent and tilted over one eye, fake diamond in her nose collecting DC sun, looking down with off-rhythm cadence: “Excuse mema’am - I [...]
May 23rd, 2007
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