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Posts tagged ‘existential dread’

The softer side

November 29th, 2018

I have a lot of feelings about the protracted demise of Sears. It’s sad to watch an icon implode, especially one that occupied such a prominent place in both cultural sphere and my formative years. There’s been a odd symmetry to witnessing my grandmother’s death and the shuttering of the former retail titan in space […]

Greetings, bats and ghouls and other creatures of night! Today is the first of October, which means the a month-long festival of all things spooky and groovy. This announcement would’ve been posted earlier the day, but I was visiting a graveyard…for the funeral of a member of my extended family, taken from us far too […]

Sic transit gloria Nineties

July 31st, 2018

Looking back, you wonder if any of it was real. Of course it was. You can find ample physical evidence in any thrift store or the few sad remnants you’d elected to hold on to all this time. There’s a part of you that whispers how these were your best years — a halcyon daze […]

I have been spending my Friday afternoons helping to clear out my Nana’s house. There’s very little of my grandparents’ possessions I bothered to lay claim to in the “who wants this” scrum — an antique writing desk, a table my father’s uncle made as a wedding gift for my parents, a pair of porcelain […]

Where the heart was

June 13th, 2018

Yesterday’s post got me to thinking about my grandmother’s duplex, particularly the side where my family resided for not quite half a decade. There are a lot of not great memories associated with it. It’s where our domestic dysfunctions entered the final downward spiral culminating in my mother’s death. It’s also where I struggled through […]

Sometime during the 1996 primary season, I decided to pay a visit to Excalibur Hobbies in Malden Center. The shop had been my go-to place for all things role-playing during high school and my early college years, but fell by the wayside after my undergrad wanderings settled into the Allston-Cambridge-Somerville axis (a.k.a. the Used Vinyl […]

A few days after the first semester of my freshman year ended, I got a call from one of the few people from high school I’d kept up with since graduation. She was back from college and was holding a party at her mom’s house that weekend. “All the old crew is going to be […]

Post mortem

May 9th, 2018

I forgot how awful the waiting can be. In some ways, it was worse than what I experienced after my mother’s death. The magnitude and suddenness of that loss left a gaping psychic wound, but that pain managed to give me something upon which to concentrate. My grandmother’s death was a more protracted affair — […]

My grandmother passed away yesterday morning. It was sudden, but not unexpected. If you’ve read the autobio stuff I’ve written here, you’ll know she had been a huge part of my life from infancy right up through adulthood. I’ll probably have more to say about it in the near future, but I’m too busy trying […]

Music fandom has been a constant in my life since my pre-teen years but my love of individual artists has always been a fickle and fleeting thing in terms of their output. Loyalty to the creator is less important than love for to a specific song, album, or hot streak. The Clash and The Byrds […]

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