snippets, or, oh the things you come across when you clear out the space under your bed

"I am two months short of being twenty-two years old now, and yet that number, 22, still seems huge to me. When I was little, my father would invite his senior thesis advisees up to our house in Westchester for a barbecue every spring to celebrate the turning-in of their theses. For years I imagined that these young women who appeared in our house every spring were old, sophisticated, and completely in control of their lives. Well, I turned in my senior thesis a week ago and I'm still waiting for that 'grown-up' feeling that I imagined all those years ago.

Sometimes, for a split second, I will almost catch it -- that sense of being an adult."

(April 1998)