Meaghan Garvey

6 days ago | thesmallbow.com | Meaghan Garvey

The Small Bow is a reader-supported publication. Please financially back us and help us grow if you can. Today’s essay, from writer Meaghan Garvey, is both a recovery story and a love story. These genres typically overlap, sometimes disastrously, but her spin on them is truly delightful.

2 weeks ago | pitchfork.com | Meaghan Garvey

There’s this window of the early 2010s that I’m obsessed with: let’s say from Flockaveli in October 2010 to when Avicii unleashed “Levels” in October 2011. The 2000s were over, but it didn’t feel as if a new decade had begun, and for a weird, autonomous stretch, a few iconoclasts attempted to invent the 2010s by throwing everything at the wall to see what stuck. At least that’s my explanation for why the music, fashion, everything from that period felt so… extra.

2 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Meaghan Garvey

There’s this window of the early 2010s that I’m obsessed with: let’s say from Flockaveli in October 2010 to when Avicii unleashed “Levels” in October 2011. The 2000s were over, but it didn’t feel as if a new decade had begun, and for a weird, autonomous stretch, a few iconoclasts attempted to invent the 2010s by throwing everything at the wall to see what stuck. At least that’s my explanation for why the music, fashion, everything from that period felt so… extra.

2 weeks ago | scarycoolsadgoodbye.substack.com | Meaghan Garvey

The coolest person on Twitter right now is @HighwayyChild, who appeared on my “For You” page sometime last month with a steady stream of gorgeously lonely-looking photos of the American Southwest, shot through the window of an 18-wheeler truck. When I came upon the profile, the display name said “Ray,” so I mistakenly assumed the photos were taken by some soulful trucker dude. Apparently I wasn’t alone. “Y’all think I’m a guy cuz my name is Ray and I’m a truck driver,” she posted back in March.

2 weeks ago | scarycoolsadgoodbye.substack.com | Meaghan Garvey

Then I’m throwing dice in the alley,And Officer Leroy comes up, and he’s like, “Hey, I thought I told you —”And I’m like, “Yeah, whatever!”Then up comes Zaphron, and I’m like, “Yo Zaphron, what up?”And he’s like, “Nothin,” and I’m like, “That’s cool.”Cause this is my United States of whatever…Life had become strange overnight. I blamed the lunar eclipse. My cat had stopped eating; her cancer had spread. I cried off my fake eyelashes as we cuddled in bed, her breath coming shallow and fast.