I’ve been on the shit end of the how many fingers am I holding up game since I was four-years-old. Unlike a lawyer who doesn’t ask a question they don’t know the answer to, you wouldn’t be asking me unless you knew I couldn’t get it right. No, I can’t see the top letter on the…
The first time I traveled by myself I was nineteen. A friend of mine invited me to stay with her and her family in Jerusalem and to use their apartment…
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I played goddess this week. Or god-ish. If I ever harbored a desire to be in charge, I don’t anymore. It’s been rough. My wild songbirds were struck…
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The Kate Chronicles has completed over 52 weeks of micro “memoirable” essays. It has offered me a platform and a place. And you, my dear readers…
A Brooklyn Bowling Story
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I first heard about a gunman on the campus of Michigan State University around 9pm Monday. Panic flew into my throat on a gasp. I know tragedy will find…
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I can talk myself into an anxiety riddled doom spiral with the best of them. The most recent one I was on, was regarding my previously delayed…
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If it had been left up to me, I would still be sharing a bedroom with my older sister. I was 9 or 10 before she moved out of the one we shared. To be…
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