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Postcards Written to my General Practitioner during a Cross-Country Road Trip

September 7th, 2009
by Meghan Maguire Dahn

HARTFORD, CT–

Some people choose to write postcards primarily to their friends or family or significant others. Not me. I did the cursory correspondences to loved ones, but really, the person I was most keen to write to on my recent trip across the country was my general practitioner.

She’s looked after my health for my entire life.

When I was thrown into unfamiliar territory, it dawned on me that she probably knows me better than anyone else. She certainly, at any rate, knows more about my body than anyone else. The only other person that approximates that level of intimacy is my shrink, but, really, she just knows more than anyone else about what I think of myself.

Why not hang out that intimacy to air, I thought.  And what better a place than here, with its meandering, awkward intimacies.

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PIGEON-FINITY! In Which I Unabashedly Adore Columbia livia During My Daily Commute

January 10th, 2009
by Meghan Maguire Dahn

HARTFORD, CT-

I have had much more difficult commutes.  The 50-mile trip between Willimantic and Mystic was pretty exhausting (and nerve-wracking during snowstorms). The journey between New Brunswick and Iselin was only about 10 miles, but it took an hour each way. (That’s New Jersey for you.)  I’ve had daily travels that are far more trying than the 8/10 of a mile between my house and Real Art Ways.

That’s right. It’s less than a mile. And I drive it far more frequently than I walk it.

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Mollifying the Sinister Monster

November 4th, 2008
by Meghan Maguire Dahn

HARTFORD, CT-

It is election day and I am at home baking Hartford Election Cakes for tonight’s reception at Real Art Ways. The tradition of baking cakes is as old as the country. In the late 18th century, when people from across the state still had to travel to Hartford to cast their ballots, the women of Hartford would cook Election Cakes to share with those weary voters. I am embracing my status as a woman of Hartford and doing my historic and culinary duty. I love voting and baking, so it’s a good way to spend the morning, really. 

Presidential campaigns remind me of middle school. (more…)