• Lizzie Davis

    the felling

    backyard memories

    April 16, 2015
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    The crabapple tree appears in one of my earliest memories. It is morning, everything still and steeped in daffodil light. I am in my mother’s arms, my cheek resting on the softness between her neck and collarbone, and brightness turns the insides of my eyelids pink. A warm current of air breaks over the grass […]

    Imperfect Objects

    A Meditation on Bodies, Food, and the Pursuit of Beauty

    March 12, 2015
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    When I was eleven, my family and I went to dinner with the Sundells every Wednesday. Karen and Bob sat at one table with my parents; Anne and I sat at another. We brought Barbies, plunking them into the empty breadbasket and calling it a yacht. We made them dresses with coral napkins and staged […]

    West of Ambitions

    a summer of being lost

    September 10, 2014
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    When my alarm sounds at 5:30 a.m., the sun’s light is still a purple smudge on the horizon. The dark musk of predawn air breathes through the open window; it will be night for another hour at least. I stand, pull on my clothes, and comb through my hair with my fingers. A cup of […]

    Traveling Light

    deserted on tour

    September 10, 2014
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    We’re two days into the tour when he tells me, on the High Ledges of Shelburne Falls. This is tick country, and he’s got his socks hiked up over the hems of his corduroys, his flannel sleeves unrolled. He tosses his stub of a cigarette into the foliage and adjusts his worn fedora. “Lizzie,” he […]

    submersion

    diving into another language

    March 19, 2014
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    La cantera was an old quarry on private property. It had achieved near mythical status among students who made it there and back undetected. Directions there were shoddy and depended heavily on locating and scaling tall chain link fences. “You know you’re on the right track, ” my friend had told me in Spanish, “if […]