chrissy.city

my city, my rules

Category: Past

  • Hi Reader

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    I’ve linked this blog to several social media sites I rarely use (except for messaging), but it still means that if someone who knows me searches for me, they might find it. They might read this. Over a decade ago, I worked a closing shift at Starbucks, surrounded by faces that felt like family. One…

  • Something To Keep

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    If there’s anything I know for certain about writing, it’s two things. The first thing is tied up in my insecurities. The second thing is this: You can’t force it. Still, here I am, working on my daily writing prompt, intending to press “Publish” at the end. Yesterday I wrote about the reasons we write.…

  • Daily Writing (001)

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    Do I think I’ll write daily up to a hundred times this year? That would be cool. I’ve thought about journaling more and more recently. I used to do it in my twenties (handwritten and all) without hesitation. The year I was dumped, I filled up an entire velvet-covered book. It’s one of my most…

  • Quiet Attempts

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    Sometimes I read a poem about something ordinary (like the description of an orange) and feel nothing. I catch myself judging it, as though its ordinariness is offensive. Then, I think about my own writing: its smallness, my quiet attempts to matter. I imagine someone reading my words and feeling the same thing I felt.…

  • Christmas was

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    a deep, muted navy blue carpet,soft under my feet and cheeks.

  • Lemongrass Face Smooshes

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    My walks with Gigi are not always perfect. She’s a terrier I haven’t taken the proper care to train, and because of that, she barks at every single damn dog she sees. It’s a nuisance, really.

  • Five Holiday Films

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    The tree isn’t up, there isn’t a twinkling light in sight. The only evidence of Christmas spirit in my home is a Fir-scented soy candle from Whole Foods. Oh, and these Savage Fenty pajama bottoms: LOL Despite my dulled enthusiasm for the holidays this season, I’ve already watched most of my favorite Christmas movies to…

  • Crying is bad for backs

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    Pain, especially physical pain of an excruciating nature, is a surreal thing. If you’ve never experienced it on a crippling scale, the kind that humbles you, it can be hard to relate. It’s been four years since my last serious back episode, and this one completely shattered me. It was enough to make me pause,…

  • Take a Nap-a

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    I fall asleep gigglingto Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw,Recognized by all asAnnoying or beloved—For her shoe addiction,Her emotional bigness over Big’semotional avoidance,Or the missed chance withFurniture-making, golden-retriever Aiden. But I see her differently:A pun-loving comedy genius,Staring at buildingsJust before she leaves them. I’ve rewatched this showOnce every decade since my teens.And now, at thirty-eight,It…

  • it’s December

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    I wake up with my hands wrapped around his stomach like a seatbelt. I can hear Gigi fidgeting in her crate when I open my eyes to not the kind of darkness that tells you it’s okay to keep sleeping, but the kind of darkness that hints at a sunrise pending. Nothing’s particularly different or…

  • cassatt would’ve loved Gigi

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    A few things about this essay. It was written for an Understanding Visual Art course. I didn’t see this piece in person; my cousin Sam did, and she immediately sent it to me and bought me the print. I cherish it so much. So, yes, for continuity purposes, I fibbed in my opening paragraph. I…