CHRISSY.CITY

my city, my rules

Category: Uncategorized

  • Limbic Threat 🎧

    —

    by

    cc
    in , ,

    I have a graphto show youlike where a stock iswhen it’s about tobreak out lowerthrough the support leveland I’m blinking at the screenlistening to my office neighboryell at someone on the phone,a glass of sparkling water,a pencil I just sharpened,a post-it on my monitorwith a mantra on it.I laugh at a joke I’ve heardtoo many…

  • The Benefits of Turmeric

    —

    by

    cc
    in , ,

    The first night we fell asleep together, I said, “Holy shit. We fit.” Because we do. I’d been in the arms of someone else before you. It wasn’t the same— not as perfect, not as dizzying, not as safe. Or as unnervingly addictive. I watch you talk to people, your whole body leaned into them.…

  • A sparkling powder in a puff

    —

    by

    cc
    in , ,

    when I was nine,I wrote a pleading letter to my sister who at seventeen, maybe eighteen,had left our familyto live with her birth father. I didn’t know what I was feelingwas abandonment. I wanted to be her.But like an elder sibling sometimes is,she moved through the worldwith a kind of flickerelusive,hard to predict,often difficult to…

  • Tagging my dreams 🎧

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , ,

    I couldn’t find my silky sleep mask and was too tired to look for it, so guess who had trouble sleeping? When I finally fell asleep I was treated to unsettling dreams. I’ve noticed this recurring dream pattern for me, where I’m responsible for my niece. I used to regularly dream of a towering wave.…

  • Maxine 🎧

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , ,

    I haven’t felt much like writing for a bit. I got caught up in an early morning yoga and meditation routine that I thought was serving me, but I don’t know. A friend said to me recently that sometimes you can do the healthiest things and still feel terrible, and that makes feeling terrible all…

  • Paper-Cut Hearts

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , , , ,

    I love February. I’m a sucker for the colors of Valentine’s Day and all the sweetness that comes with the holiday. I don’t know why, I just think it’s cute. I’m still off social media. Okay, sometimes, at work, I’d skim my (finally deactivated) Twitter feed (which is mostly astrology content creators and X-Files fans),…

  • Chickadee 🎧

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , , ,

    I woke up two days ago thinking about the way my Grandpop Tom sounded when he called us “chickadee.” He was an aeronautical engineer who spent World War II repairing airplanes on base in Morocco until the war was over. But I remember him differently (as a child might) since we lost him to cancer…

  • Write a Letter

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , , , ,

    I’m a big fan of letters— writing them and receiving them. I receive them less often than I write them, but what can you do? When I was in high school, I spent most of my time ignoring the recommended reading and focusing on my own curriculum. I preferred female writers from the Regency, Victorian…

  • Closer to the Sky

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , , , ,

    I don’t want to write about Barbra Streisand. For one thing, I can’t say anything that someone else hasn’t already said, probably in a more refined and knowledgeable way. I don’t regularly listen to her music. But since listening to her audiobook, I’ve found myself curious enough to download The Second Barbra Streisand Album. I…

  • Securely Aware

    —

    by

    cc
    in , , , ,

    Most of us with pets understand this feeling: That sinking dread when you calculate how many years you have left. Maybe if I had a secure attachment style, or I obeyed certain aspects of letting go, I’d find myself calmly rationalizing how many walks I have left. How many couch cuddles and games of fetch…

  • Daily Writing (001)

    —

    by

    cc
    in , ,

    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…

  • cassatt would’ve loved Gigi

    —

    by

    cc
    in , ,

    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…