Category: Personal Essays
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New York City newbie
My answer to the inevitable question changes from day to day, moment to moment. Do I like New York City? There isn’t a singular answer because this city isn’t a singular thing. When people wax poetic about this city – THE city – being one of the “characters” in a TV show or a movie, it’s…
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Depletion
As Hillary was losing the election, my 10-year-old dog was dying. I cried all day; for which reason, I couldn’t tell. But now, these 2 facts are inextricably linked, and the air, today, is crushing me. So I’ll get on a bus and go to D.C. Maybe do a little shouting. Stand with my comrades.…
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Tread Onward
I am cautious. Not that I’m not a risk-taker. But I’m a calculated risk-taker. It took me 5 years to finally apply for grad school. After 2 years of wondering what program I should pursue and 3 years of drooling over a program that I figured was out of reach. But now, I’m here. Exactly where I…
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The Memoirs of Domino (part 2): Domino goes hiking, adopts us as her people
In the deathly heat of the Arizona summer, we quickly learned that dog paws are not meant to be on the pavement when it’s 115 degrees outside. But we more slowly learned that rocky hikes can be equally damaging to a aging dog paw. Dog-friendly hikes are somewhat hard to find, so we were excited to take Domino…
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The Memoirs of Domino (part 1): Domino Chooses her Person
Every hour of the day, we had to plan around her. Medicines. Meals. Walks. Everything became so structured and rigid that it’s no surprise it all collapsed when she died. For the past several months, she was everything. Our days and our conversations revolved around her. While excited to explore our new city, we stayed home to care…
Trynia Kaufman 