Author Archives: Abby

The Blair Witch Project: A Roommate Drama

The steady pounding resonated through the entire house. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. Each contact was made with such force that I felt anxiety resonate in the pit of my stomach . . . and no small amount of concern for the floorboards. My roommate, Blair, was demonstrating what Caitlin (my other roommate) likes toContinue reading “The Blair Witch Project: A Roommate Drama”

Eerily Similar

There are some people that look just eerily alike . . .  Such as, can you always tell the difference between Clark Gable and George Clooney? via, via Or what about Amy Adams and Catherine Deneuve?   via, via Who is whose doppelgänger? Do you have a lookalike? I once had a roommate that looked remarkably like Regina Spector.Continue reading “Eerily Similar”

Une Histoire Triste; A Sad Story

Allright, this is one of the first stories that I have written in French. As per certain requests, I have also translated it. Since it’s true that everything loses something in translation, I tried to make it as true to my intent (as the author) as possible. Sorry that it is sad. It is aContinue reading “Une Histoire Triste; A Sad Story”

The end of Raoul: A Melodrama (a.k.a. Le Poisson Rouge Se Meurt)

I wrote this a few years ago and, after I stumbled upon it recently, I decided it was worth a laugh or two. So, in memory of Raoul and also Babette, Enjoy! It was a long slow float into the darkness. . . but I should begin at the beginning. My usually-chipper Fancy black goldfish,Continue reading “The end of Raoul: A Melodrama (a.k.a. Le Poisson Rouge Se Meurt)”

Blast From The Past: Cultural Angst

When I think back to living in France, it usually is with that rosy nostalgia-induced view that perhaps embellishes a little over time, but life was not always the scintillating cultural magic that it appears to be in the photographs . . . a few days ago I came across the following chat-conversation between anotherContinue reading “Blast From The Past: Cultural Angst”

What’s in a Name?

You’ve gotta ask, though, would a rose by any other name smell as sweet? If roses were called . . . feces or stinkers or something, would they still be quite as appealing? I have my doubts. There are so many names I love, even some that circulate through my family, too. Chloe, Penfield, Charlotte (lottie!), Robert, Beatrix, Evelyn, Zoe, Nicolas, Merry, Henry, Isabelle, Ernest, Oscar, Frederick (Freddie), Tova, Nora, Josephine, Augusta, Lawrence, Della, Irene, Esther, Jack, Lucille/Continue reading “What’s in a Name?”

Time Keeps On.

I sometimes wish I had a timeturner, or a magical bed-knob, or even one of those root cellars that transports people back to the civil war era. Time is such a fickle beast. via One moment it seems like a minute will never pass and sixty seconds are an interminable era, but then you blinkContinue reading “Time Keeps On.”

Housing Adventures: A Look Back

This was written one day in 2008-2009, while living at my first ever post-college apartment – 22 Prospect St, Beverly, MA.  via The neighbors are hammering. This is not to be confused with the ever-popular activity of getting hammered. Oh no. Those are the next-door neighbors. Their drunk quote of the week, as heard onContinue reading “Housing Adventures: A Look Back”

Dear Tonsils,

I know we’ve been in this together for a while now, but I just feel like this isn’t working anymore.  via The truth is, we’ve both made mistakes. I spent too much time at work with my students and threw all of my other efforts into grad school instead of our relationship upkeep. That neglectContinue reading “Dear Tonsils,”