Author Archives: seemareza

Do Something

I don’t have a whole lot to say right now. Or rather, I do, but I don’t have much time to say it. The wi-fi is spotty (thank goodness) and I’m in Cape Cod for the week trying to write, trying to find a good rhythm for writing that I can take home so that…

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Having a Feeling

Last week I had a really beautiful time with some gorgeous people, found myself laughing on a rooftop with near strangers, got caught in a terrible traffic jam, the sort where people got out of their cars and played guitar and talked to one another on the highway (the photo above is my sons standing through…

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Friends In Relation

I had the most amazing writing group this afternoon, with 12 of the bravest, coolest, most loving and honest people. They were so scared, because the work they are doing is scary, but they went on anyway, lifting one another up, wondering aloud. Every time I think I can’t stand one more ounce of bureaucratic…

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Time Capsule

The other day I was driving along thinking about Banh Mi. If you’ve ever had Banh Mi, you understand. I was trying to remember who I’d eaten it with last–I remembered going to a restaurant on Rockville Pike with a friend, but couldn’t remember who. I knew it was someone super fun, and the conversation was awesome…

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When We Remember These Nights

I had a beautiful sweet post about my beautiful sweet son, but I don’t have it in me right now. Before I read the poem below on Friday night, I said, “Every time something shitty happens in this country, I feel an outrage that seems quaint when the next thing happens.” On Sunday, the body of…

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Writing a Love Story

I’m reading at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe this Friday at 10 pm, which is pretty thrilling/I’m nauseous. I’m planning to read some of the body poems, poems that were liberating to write and are uncomfortable to read. One of my favorite books about love and sensuality is Written on the Body by Jeannette Winterson. I lent it…

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Planning

On Saturday evening, I went for a long-anticipated walk in the city with a dear person and the rules were these: we go straight and turn in the direction of a walk signal when we can’t go straight. No destination, no decisions. See what you see. If the light’s green, you go. Period. It was the best…

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Insisting Upon Delight

It was a crying-in-the-emergency-room/on-the-phone-with-the-pediatrician kind of week. And simultaneously, it was a friends & PBR on the balcony, snorting laughter, visiting babies on the couch, hike in the rain with people I love more all the time, and reading National Geographic aloud to my littlest homie. It all coexists, it is all simultaneous. It was also my…

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…Always Gets It Done

Stuck by a magnet on a strip on my bathroom wall is the paper insert from the name tag from a festival I attended some years ago. My name is printed on it and underneath I’ve handwritten “ALWAYS GETS IT DONE.”  It’s a reminder to myself. To not freak the fuck out. Because I do seem…

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Simple Images

I had a really wonderful weekend with my sons. We did some of the things we like to do, and we laughed a lot. We had dinner on Sunday with my oldest sister and her family. My sister has two brilliant, beautiful teenage daughters and while we were all making dinner (fresh pasta, from scratch–and…

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