by sophiespencer As a harsh winter fades slowly and falsely into mud season, I am tired. I am tired of the everyday bundle, of the necessity to brace myself as I step out of any indoor enclosure, of the monotony… Read More ›
sophie spencer
what your barista really thinks
by sophiespencer I am one for introspection. I love to know why, to know how, to know the cycles driving and the assumptions prolonging everything I can. If you’re a psychoanalytical freak like me, read on. If the idea of… Read More ›
the tag-loving sadists who live below me
by sophiespencer I’ve met them only once, briefly right when I moved in. I was sitting in the trunk of the CarShare I rented to retrieve a table from the outskirts of conservative Vermont (yikes), when they came out of… Read More ›
haunt me?
by sophiespencer Like some people want a dog, I want a ghost. Not a scary ghost, throwing tables and chairs and knives, but a friendly one-—think Casper. My ghost would leave me little fridge notes, *note to self: buy scrabble… Read More ›