Archive for the ‘Linda Ellerbee’ Category

The thing about makeup is that the more you need it, the less it can do for you

Monday, August 10th, 2009
old and open door

The earrings were a gift from Rolfe, the odd fellow who turned out to be the great love of my life. Having been a fool for love more than once, how lucky am I that Rolfe didn’t enter the picture to appreciate that Sam Keen was right: we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to…

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I’ve come to believe that if we can’t be other people, we can be better people.

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009
rugged rugosa rose

Some important bits were buried here in St.-Tropez, but the losses were mostly of my own making, the result of an alcohol-informed arrogance, which assured me that, with determination and one more drink, I could fix everything, the world would…

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If I were to die today, it would be wrong to say I lost my life, for I have lived one.

Monday, May 25th, 2009

Now I know. I am as young as I will ever be. I am never going to be any younger than I am this minute. This second. Oops. There goes another second. And there’s no way to stop that. I can go on whining. Or I can enjoy the…

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When was the last time you bought a pet by the pound?

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

A young woman, also smiling, approaches us. I point to the dishes on the other tables.

“We’ll have some of that.”

Josh is worried. He has not forgotten Canton, where we…

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Phở beats the devil out of a bowl of Wheaties; this is the breakfast of champions

Monday, May 4th, 2009

I ask the young woman who brings us refills on the coffee what this wonderful soup is called, feeling like a person from San Antonio walking into a New York deli and asking what a bagel is. She opens her mouth and puffs at me. I can’t tell if it’s a word or an expression of Vietnamese…

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