Personal Essays

 
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"Stringbean" Is Not a Compliment

THE NEW YORK TIMES

It’s 1981, I’m in 7th grade, and my father is trying to guess how much my friend weighs.

“One hundred and five?” he asks her over dinner. “One-ten?”

My poor friends — they’d done nothing to warrant the sizing up they got at my house. 

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The Zen of Middle Age

HER MIND

“Maybe you could be the artsy mom.”

This was my teenage daughter’s best attempt at compromise. After she turned 13, she started longing for a stylish mom, or a fun mom, or a mom who likes the mall—and I was a brutal disappointment.

“I guess you could wear long, funky scarves,” she said sullenly.

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Retirement for the Tight Budget

NEXT TRIBE

Depending on Social Security, it’s possible that by “tiny house,” I mean trailer. Let’s keep an open mind about this, because trailers can be very cozy. We’ll grow things in our hoop houses, and we’ll have an orchard, obviously, and we’ll get involved in local politics. This is where rural would be better. 

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Finding a Girl on Facebook

OPEN TICKET

There are thousands of Maria Batistas in the world, and I’ve looked at hundreds of their online profile photos. A lot of them wear bikinis, and most of them pose with sunglasses—you can see their smiles, but not their eyes. Some of the Maria Batistas hold infants, a few straddle motorcycles, and some pose with their dads, or their cats, or grandchildren they’re kissing when the shutter clicks. Many of them wear school uniforms, a few wear sci-fi monster costumes, and one wears a jujitsu outfit.

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Are You My Child?

HER MIND

It’s a common question, one that’s usually asked as soon as I mention I’m a mother: How many children do you have? For the sake of simplicity, I say I have three. But I wouldn’t go to the mat with that answer because the truth is, I’m not exactly sure. And while a tedious man might say, with a lecherous wink, “I don’t know,” the same answer from a woman comes off a bit strange.

More than 20 years ago I donated my eggs a couple times out of sheer pragmatism.

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Natural Causes

HUMAN PARTS

Fifteen years ago on September 11, my 83-year-old grandmother died. In her bed, in Queens. But maybe it was September 10 — by the time her neighbor discovered her body, the coroners in Queens were quite busy. The medical examiner’s visit to her home on 82nd Road revealed nothing unusual.

As a girl I was routinely mortified by her, but because she lived in New York, I visited her often.