August 2026
She mailed me earrings I never asked for - two tiny plastic dogs on gold hooks. I wore them to a job interview and got the job. I still think that was her doing.
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a place to keep her
Marisol Jean
Albanese
1988 - 2026
She wore every color at once and made it look like the only reasonable choice. She built earrings out of things the rest of us threw away - beads, bottle caps, a plastic dinosaur, once a whole tiny chandelier. She loved her dogs with an intensity that embarrassed everyone but the dogs. If you're here, she picked you too.
Celebration of life, Saturday, September 12, at 2 pm.
The Marigold Room, 418 Hollis Street.
Wear every color at once. Bring a story, and a dog if you have one.
In lieu of flowers, give in her name.
In Marisol’s name
If you would like to give something, here are three suggestions.
Res-Q-Pets
A volunteer-run rescue in New Jersey for small dogs and cats, placing them through foster care and adoption.
give →Girls Write Now
A New York nonprofit that pairs writers one-to-one with mentors, centering people sidelined by gender and gender identity.
give →Word Up Community Bookshop
A collectively run, bilingual bookshop in Washington Heights, with author events and programs for young readers.
give →Photo wall
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3 entriesAugust 2026
She'd text me a photo of a thrift store rack at 11pm with no caption. That was the whole conversation and it was enough. I keep opening the thread.
August 2026
When she was seven she made me a bracelet out of paperclips and glitter glue and told me it was worth a hundred dollars. I have it in my jewelry box. She was right.