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  • 1 week ago | kellyoxford.substack.com | Kelly Oxford

    I forgot I had a garage for six months. People forget their anniversaries or where they parked at Whole Foods. I forgot an entire architectural appendage attached to the house. Marie Kondo would need smelling salts and a defibrillator if she saw how I live; everything I own is on display like a museum of mediocrity: free charge of admission. People think I'm messy, which is like calling the ocean deep. I'll only see a dust bunny after it has evolved from lint to livestock.

  • 1 week ago | kellyoxford.substack.com | Kelly Oxford

    I just unpacked my groceries and read the labels I see so often I never read anymore. I noticed something new. Regenerative. Everything is now regenerative. The eggs. The milk. The coffee beans harvested by smiling farmers on mountaintops. The beef from cows who apparently died while getting massages and listening to Enya. Regenerative farming. Regenerative agriculture.

  • 2 weeks ago | kellyoxford.substack.com | Kelly Oxford

    I moved from Canada to Los Angeles in 2012 after a lifetime of cities where changing seasons gave narrative structure to the year. In Los Angeles, days slide by in a perpetually golden loop. Time becomes measured not in snow melting or leaves falling but in streaming service subscription renewals and psychiatric medication refills. Los Angeles offers a constant seduction of beauty paired with a vague sense of impending doom.

  • 2 weeks ago | kellyoxford.substack.com | Kelly Oxford

    Ellie showed up yesterday with a 7-Eleven bag and eyes like empty swimming pools. We laid out a blanket under my magnolia trees. 76 degrees. Perfect weather for dissecting a psychological thriller disguised as a dating life. She emptied her stash: Flamin' Hot Cheetos, Diet Cokes, a coffee big enough to drown in. Sugar and caffeine—the traditional offerings to the gods of bad romance. Josh is breadcrumbing Ellie into insanity.

  • 2 weeks ago | kellyoxford.substack.com | Kelly Oxford

    I had an idea. I want a sanctuary, I want a compound for artists but how? Then I realized, you all exist and want the same thing. Why don't we make this a reality? I'm dead serious, I will move tomorrow and you are invited to visit. Want to escape to Canada? Yesterday, you say? Here's the deal: I found a six bedroom house in Canada that I can turn into a B&B. It's already zoned for it. If 30% of you reading this right now subscribe, I'll buy it tomorrow. I get 10.5 Million page visits a month.

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