Best Of: Personal Essays

Dear Vincent, I left off wanting to be the girl under the tree, with wild hair and apricots falling around my feet, the one who scrawls words dangerously, with no consideration of time or consequence.   I also shared my fear of being forever, instead, the draftsgirl.  Carefully engineered, a single life drafted, one side, straight [...]

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On Meanings, Tyrannies, Women & Monsters

by Jane Devin on 09/12/2008

Then, in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still . . . –Edgar Allan Poe, Alone 1. The Meaning of Things I’ve never lost my childhood sense of mystification – my ability to be amazed by the [...]

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A few days ago, a devastating thing happened. It doesn’t really matter what the thing was – and I will tell the story one day when it’s not as raw – but trust me, it was bad, and I’m not likely to forget about it anytime soon. After the devastating thing happened, I took a [...]

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The Belladonna Women

by Jane Devin on 08/27/2008

In ancient Italy, extracts of belladonna were used by women in the form of cosmetic eye drops, which dilated their pupils and gave their eyes a bright, glistening appearance. Large pupils were thought to be a sign of feminine beauty, hence the name Belladonna for “beautiful woman.” They are always beautiful, the Belladonna women, if [...]

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A Pauper’s Tale

by Jane Devin on 06/15/2008

I had a better Father’s Day post planned, but I can’t find The Picture. The one taken years before my birth, in which either my son or I appear to be about two years old. It’s hard to tell the gender of the child in the Hawaiian shorts and white t-shirt, but s/he is definitely [...]

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They hang in my closet as a reminder, a small torment, and something of a life jacket. I wore them when I last fell in love, hard and with almost reckless abandon, several years ago. There was something about this particular pair of jeans that made me feel less humanly flawed and more invincible. In [...]

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