Category Archives: age

Three Days, or Ten Thousand

Yesterday I donated to¬†Antonio Delgado. Tuesday he won a 7-way democratic primary in New York’s 19th congressional district. He was not the protagonist of a this American Life episode about the primary race in a district currently represented by a … Continue reading

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The Cult of Athena: Part II – Love Letter to an Umbrella

I graduated from college in the infancy of the internet. Mark Zuckerberg was 11 and bulletin board message groups were sort of cutting edge. When the time came to part from friends at Bryn Mawr with whom I’d shared weeping, … Continue reading

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The Cult of Athena: Part I – Seeds and Stripes

I know a man with stripes on his back. Apparently it’s pretty common in humans who were once teen boys. They grow so quickly after puberty they get stretch marks, like some folks after pregnancy. Into his thirties, they were … Continue reading

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One Square Mile

Main Street has changed quite a bit, but Peaceable Kingdom is still there with the table of toys down the center, matchbook enamel pins and wooden counter #annarbor #goinghome #nostalgia A post shared by Elleanor Chin (@elleanorchin) on Jun 1, … Continue reading

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Patchwork ROI

I have a complicated relationship with quilts. They’re one of the few things I can reliably and consistently sew. They are a significant part of my maternal family culture. My great grandmother, great aunts, and several of my aunts have … Continue reading

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Panty Lines

In college someone usually had a Victoria’s Secret catalog floating around in the smoking lounge. My friends and I would peruse them and debate whether women’s bodies could actually assume the positions the models adopted, sprawled artfully on the luxurious … Continue reading

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The Black Knights and the White

I knew Brian, though not as well as some. We were rivals for a young woman’s affection when first we met and never quite got over it. I think we were, in some ways, too much alike to get along. … Continue reading

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