Tag: diary

  • Dear Kitty #10

    Dear Kitty #10

    Dear Kitty, For a moment I couldn’t write. My inability to write was really a side effect of self-doubt, which was the result of me allegedly forgetting the meaning of the phrase ‘rest on one’s laurels’. All I could think about was how stupid I was for forgetting the meaning of the phrase. I asked…

  • Dear, Kitty #3

    Dear, Kitty #3

    Dear, Kitty  My students kept asking me why I dyed my hair so much. I started telling them that I hate looking the same, the way a portrait does, and that I enjoy feeling like someone else— in an artsy kinda way. Like cosplay. It was a euphemism, of course.  It’s true, Kitty. I do…