02
Jul
Albuquerque cherries.
An adobe house on the way to Taos, New Mexico. Photo by Callie Neylan, 2008.
Albuquerque isn’t really anything
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Writing
12
Jun
On Christmas cards, #MeToo, and feminism.
I am sitting at my kitchen bar with a lemon Perrier bottle next to my laptop on faux marble counters.
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12
Jun
Losing Oslo.
Seattle, Washington. Wednesday, August 2, 2017. 10:52 p.m. Pacific Daylight Time.
Dearest Callie,
I am sitting on the
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12
Jun
Wednesday, April 13. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
Living in a trailer isn’t so bad. That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway. I moved into
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12
Jun
On being subtle but not small.
Subtle. The difference between a male and female jawline. The angle of the forehead, the curve of the brow.
There’
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12
Jun
On parenting, love, and simply, what is.
Is the pain of yearning for a child you never had greater than the pain of regretting a child you
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12
Jun
When you're in love with a black baby.
She got on the Number 13 at 2nd and Galer. A white woman and a little black boy. You don’
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12
Jun
Architecture and writing rooms.
The table is dark wood with a walnut swirl, 5-6 feet in diameter. It’s nestled in the southeast corner
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12
Jun
On what designers can learn from icebergs and Ernest Hemingway.
My favorite passages In Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast are the direct, austere descriptions of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Painting
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12
Jun
On naming and marriage and owning yourself.
When Will and I were married, I did not take his last name. He was a little crestfallen when I
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