“Can you see my fingers?” by Julia at her desk

Friday May 24, 2019
5:30pm
5 minutes
The Fighter
Craig Davidson

No rings. You’re looking for a ring, I don’t have one.
Yeah we’ve been together for a decade.
Yeah we’ve been filing our taxes as a “unit”.
Yeah I’m paying higher medical fees than I would be if I were single.
No I don’t have a ring.
I don’t know if his mom has one in the family she’s hoping will go to use.
I don’t know if that’s something they do.
We don’t have that.
I saw my mother’s engagement for the first time this weekend and hers is beautiful,
but it would get caught in my hair.
I never liked spending money on symbols.
I’m a writer.
I can give more meaning to a 10 year long relationship with words, and those,
if you think are free, are not.
Something simple would be nice.
Something that suits me and my spirit and my skin tone, if we’re going down that road.
I like my hands better these days.
I like the way they’ve aged and my nails too, so if this is an option, I’m glad
they look the way they do now.
He isn’t so much a gifts person as he is a touch person,
a quality time person, a words person.
He’s pretty amazing at all of those, hence the 10 years thing.
If you’re looking, and think you should see something, that’s your own narrative.
But if it makes you feel any better, I think about it sometimes too.

“the origins, the history, culture” by Julia at Charleston Tea Company


Friday April 24, 2014 at
11:45am
5 minutes
An e-mail about grappa

Well I’m in a place in my life right now where all I want to do is tell other people how I got here. You know, there’s a history and origin story within each of us, and I’m just at that hippy dippy stage where I want to share it. I also have more urges to pet strangers’ dogs, which is very unlike me so I know I’m going through some sort of transformation. If you asked me anything, I’d probably find a way to bring up the summer I spent in Berlin, or the Pilates class I took while I was in Amsterdam, or the amazing little girl in Africa I filmed wearing her brother’s prized soccer jersey. I’d also tell you that I brought her brother that jersey, and that I made their lives better just by being in it. It would be inflated and I would be doing it purely for my ego, but that’s just the life check point I’m at, you know? It’s so weird, I spent all this time trying to be who I was for others, and now I’m being who I am for me. And I take a lot of selfies because, hey, I’m worth it. And I post them on the internet just because I think people should see the process of life, right? That some days are better than others, but that doesn’t mean the bad ones are any less worth documenting. Those are the days I inscribe onto my heart and put a tacky frame around it when company is over just to prove that I am, in fact, as lame as the mural in my front foyer that says “Live, Love, Laugh.”

“can be eaten off paper plates” by Julia on her couch


Wednesday March 19, 2014
8:18pm
5 minutes
Kinfolk Issue Eleven

She tells me every time, “Linds, don’t worry so much, we’ll just by a whole wad of those styrofoam thingies–” and I say, “You mean plates, Mom?” And she says, “Yeah well whatever they are, you know what I mean.”
I say to her, “You know those ‘whatevers’ are not good for the environment, right?” And she just laughs and tells me, “We’ve gotten this far by using them, haven’t we!? Nobody’s quite died yet!” I am at the point in my life where all I want to do is host a proper dinner party without using paper anything. “Cloth napkins!” I remember, “Those are way better. Sophisticated.” She shrugs it off like I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, and I want to wring her neck a little bit and tell her that this is a dinner for some close family and not the end of the godforsaken world. “Linds, you’re just so hell-bent on proving how much better you are than everyone and I worry about that showing through. You don’t want to allante your dinner guests!” “Alienate, Mom. It’s alienate.”