Marcy Tropin

I Was Supposed To Be Having the Time of My Life.

In August 2010 I took swimming lessons, mostly to avoid Kapotasana in Ashtanga's Second Series (if you know, you know), and wrote a piece ab

Velcro Part One: So Much Chewing "Wait. What’s her last name?" I texted. It was creeping into late evening and I was preparing a salad,...

Velcro Part Two: Introductions My phone makes a notification noise, it's Sean replying back, "Wait, what a good crazy sketch comedy it...

Velcro Part Three: Impenitence During an older brother’s Bar Mitzvah in the early eighties, Aunt Striggy cleared the dance floor and had...

Velcro Part Four: Scammable I've cleaned up the salad-making mess and am sitting on the sofa with my dog wedged against me, snoring; it's...

Part Five: My Guy My dad’s wife replies back, "I'm doing fine-tks for asking. Your Dad was so pleased with your ph call, and yes, calling...

Velcro Part Six: Velcro The first time I visited Aunt Strigga in New York City, my dad, brothers, and I sat in the driveway, in our dad’s...

Part Seven: Slivers of Light Dad parked his car around the corner from the entrance to Aunt Strigga's building, in a small open lot, and...

Part Eight: The End and Beginning My aunt wants to talk to me and pulls me to the bedroom. Maybe she'll ask me to stay over and we can...

A spider hatched babies early into my COVID self-quarantine. Tiny black dots with legs. Many of them. So many of them. Identical....

The other day I was escorted out of Victoria’s Secret by security. Let me back up. For a visual, I’m not tallish, more smallish, and...