Shelby Coppola
Pandemonium
I found this poem in my 'notes' application. It laughed as I read it because of the absurdity of its' truth. As we enter the fourth...
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Shelby Coppola
Feb 155 min read
Lord of the Rings: Live at Radio City
Shelby experiences Lord of the Rings Live at Radio City
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Shelby Coppola
Jan 83 min read
The Night Shift & The Scooby Doo Jacket
I got on the subway at Halsey and sat down. Unlike most riders I was headphoneless. Usually I like to tune into the sounds around me,...
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Shelby Coppola
Dec 20, 20234 min read
A Holiday Tradition—Anatomically Correct Gingerbread People
"Shelby! Come down here. I need your help," my mom yelled from the kitchen. It was just before Christmas. I was bundled in a sweatshirt...
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Shelby Coppola
Nov 24, 20237 min read
Counting Sheep— The Tale of César & Rosalie
We were awakened by the late call of the rooster still jetlagged from nearly 24 hours of travel. The day before we landed in Paris,...
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Shelby Coppola
Oct 3, 20232 min read
Beyond Fitzpatrick's
I often trespassed on the property behind my father's house. The roof was covered with moss, the deck wet with rot. The house was for...
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Shelby Coppola
Sep 8, 202312 min read
My Weekend in the Zendō
The table in the center of the Sangha house was piled high with white sheets. "Please take off your shoes and have a seat," the check-in...
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Shelby Coppola
Aug 22, 20234 min read
A Conversation Off-Set
We were shooting in Yonkers all week. Filming scenes inside a courthouse can get pretty boring. Video village was crammed in filing...
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Shelby Coppola
Aug 17, 20232 min read
The Subway Serenade
Shelby walks down the subway platform listening to a haunting rendition of Moon River sung by a stranger.
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Shelby Coppola
Aug 15, 20231 min read
Behind the Lady with the Shaved Head
The woman before me had a shaved head. She walked slow and smooth up the subway stairs with her hands tucked in her front jean pockets. I...
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Shelby Coppola
Jul 3, 20237 min read
Grieving Over a Typewriter
The first time I used a typewriter was in the loft of my father's lake house. I was 11. The big, black, heavy Remington was left by the...
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Shelby Coppola
Jun 26, 20234 min read
Cloudy Sunrise on Cadillac Mountain
We left the off-the-grid cabin at 3:30a that morning. This was after we made coffee, took a quick pee outside, brushed our teeth and...
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Shelby Coppola
Jun 7, 20237 min read
The Midnight Train to Broadway Junction
It was late. I was tired. I started my day in the Catskills, then drove backroads to Connecticut for a baby shower before returning to...
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Shelby Coppola
Jun 2, 20232 min read
The Soundscape Dichotomy
I don't often crave the quiet, but summertime in the city makes me yearn for a vacation, a reprieve from the never ending ice cream truck...
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Shelby Coppola
May 29, 20232 min read
Bound to Disagree
My love, how we scream in the kitchen side by side in the car over dinner on the subway. Faces redden Voices raise You hush me, Why are...
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Shelby Coppola
May 26, 20232 min read
A Blog Born During the Age of Distraction
When I told my friend that I was thinking of starting a blog, they laughed and said, "That's so 2008." I understood that statement. That...
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