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...

"What if feels like, though, is every day I kill the exact same bug." A spider hatched babies early into my COVID self-quarantine. Tiny...

Things have gotten a little more complicated since diapers. The other day I was escorted out of Victoria’s Secret by security. Let me...