chrissy lieberThe Birds and the Bees: My True American TragedyAround six o’clock every morning, a time reserved only for the employed, I awake to the sound of several birds chirping outside my window…Jun 3, 2016Jun 3, 2016
chrissy lieberPet (Shit) PeeveSomerville is laden with animal excrement. In New York, my sister developed the method of bobbing and weaving to quickly get from one place…Jun 2, 2016Jun 2, 2016
chrissy lieberFueled by Love and HateAfter living and breathing and eating and shitting on this earth for 26 years, I’ve mostly accepted the fact that I am a hit or miss kind…May 19, 2016May 19, 2016
chrissy lieberI suppose this was the point in our relationship when I should have known it was going nowhere.I was walking to work a morning shift at the restaurant when I passed the theater where I had seen Morrissey six years prior. I saw on the…May 17, 2016May 17, 2016
chrissy lieberMaybe Seeing Bill MurrayIt was a cold day in October when I thought I saw Bill Murray. I first woke up I feeling warm and fuzzy, it’s a foreign feeling for me.Sep 27, 2015Sep 27, 2015