Month and a half

It’s roughly a month and a half now till I start the MFA program at Goucher.  The program formally starts with the on-campus residency.  I think I’m ready, although I still have a fair amount of reading to do before I feel like my brain will be full of enough literary journalism, memoir, biography, autobiography, crime writing, and general “true […]

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Identity crisis averted

I’ve been wanting to get off Facebook for quite a while – it was fun at first but I’d like to use social media more productively.  I created a new page, https://www.facebook.com/ruth.m.nasrullah, which is intended to be strictly a professional page.  I spent a long time today going through statuses on my personal page, making most of them closed to […]

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Happy or goofy? Vanity says the latter

Here’s one of the photos I had taken yesterday, in color and black and white.  I think I look so funny and weird, although the photographer really loved it and talked me into buying it.  At the beginning of the session I was kind of stiff and didn’t know quite how to pose.  After a little while we started just […]

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Claustrophobia

I turned 51 yesterday.  At the documented time of my birth (3:45 p.m.) I was in the air en route from Newark to Houston, enjoying the view from the window seat. I had bought the aisle seat, but ended up hitting the coach jackpot: an empty row.  With glee, I took my backpack out from its under-the-seat restriction and put it on the seat next to me.  I spent $8.50 on a box of snacks and put the remains on the aisle seat. I chilled. Airplane seating puts me on the verge of panicky.  I can only sit in the aisle seat; the middle makes me claustrophobic and the window restricts my freedom.  The aisle seat allows me free access to the restroom, the aisle, the garbage can in the flight attendants’ area, and basically anywhere other than my seat.  In the window seat I am dependent on the other passengers in my row.  In the middle seat I am at their mercy.  If I need to flee I can’t get away.  The last time I sat in the middle seat I felt mercilessly penned in by diners on either side with their tray tables down. I didn’t know I was claustrophobic until my doctor prescribed a head MRI.  I never even got inside the machine.  I panicked just looking at it.  After two failed attempts with an oral sedative and one failed attempt with IV Ativan, I ultimately had […]

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