Or, On How to Avoid Becoming a Lesbian at College
My friend, Frances, and I have married the same man.
Frances: Alex is bobsledding in Lillehammer. He’s a bit nervous.
Me: Why? He’s loves to ski black diamonds in brightly colored one-piece snowsuits.
Frances: The first time they go down in a big bathtub thing with five or six [...]
I took this photo in May of 2007, which of course seems like about two weeks ago. We’ve been in this small state for almost two and half years and I see how time gets compressed–I’ve erased the afternoons and the mornings and the evenings and all that remains is the back and forth motion [...]
(… Things Which Did Not Know They Were Missing)
An old friend found his way back to me tonight. I’ve sent him a note to say hello in the old fashioned way. I’ve emailed him.
I wish I could have said that I used something a bit more archaically romantic– postcard or handwritten letter, but I haven’t [...]
On the road, in a car, weaving through the hills, we listened alternately to the sound of radio palpitating, or the body sounds the car spewed coughs or chuckles, the careening of hot tires communing with pavement.
That tree flying is a Norway maple, twisting toward the sunlight– just the same as the one, still and [...]
What people think when they read this, if they read this, if they are not me, has no relevance.
This is not written to tell a story about who I am. It is written to tell a story about the possibilities of humanity, and how people filter existence, from moment to moment. We all write our [...]
There are planned activities and there is structure and routine.
There are things to entertain and items to educate.
There are chores for me and for him and for us.
And there is the emptiness of an afternoon, the dreaded sameness of a day, like today and any other day.
There are the people who are proud, and the [...]
… has nothing to do with $$$, and never has, although travel always requires work, which requires money in exchange for goods and services.
… spent 3 years in London, and very much likes the Idea of British.
… is sometimes melancholy, and loves thick lyrics that make me want to sing along.
… eats frozen pizzas alone [...]
“You can’t imagine how much a dead man weighs.”
- What the grandfather of Gabriel Garcia Marquez often told him.
Quoted from “A Writer’s Almanac”, March 6, 2009.
I’ve gotten quite taken with the sound of Garrison Keillor’s voice on my Honda Fit speakers.
His Lake Wobegone days are too sentimental for me most of the [...]
Linda Wolfe and I are in the same boat. We feel lonely.
You can get married, once or lots of times (23 in Linda’s case), and still feel lonely. Sure you might have a built-in partner who is around a lot, but never cures the echoes inside of each of us.
I don’t feel “bad” when [...]
Or, Being Married to an I.T. Guy is the New Black
I went to a marvelous dinner last evening to celebrate the greatness of a few brilliant people, my husband included. Here’s one major conclusion I came to:
I.T. guys are the new IT men. Metrosexuals are OUT. Nerd is IN.
I am not just saying this because [...]
My 39th Birthday, Condensed
As most of you know by now, I LOVE birthday month. I am having a great birthday this year. Here are some of the highlights!
My parents called me at 6 a.m. and sang “happy birthday” in unison. They also (I am sure this wasn’t planned) both said “Happy birthday dear sweetie pie!” [...]
My pal Robert at Middle Zone Musings has got me pondering my own view of Love.
I don’t really think I can make a good assessment just off the cuff, so I’ve decided to revisit my own archives, to see what I think, and present my findings in easy-to-read, oh-so-romantic, bullet points.
What I Learned from [...]
Photographer David Ottenstein Stops Time in Iowa
The last thing I expected to see when I went to a gallery meetup at the Ridgefield Guild of Artists on Saturday was HOME.
The Radius 2008 Exhibition featured the best of their emerging artists from the last 10 years, and one of those was photographer David Ottenstein, originally of [...]
Or… How to Not Feel Bad When an Ex Won’t Friend you On Facebook
Here’s the story about a really OLD boyfriend of mine (a-long-time-ago OLD, not practically-dead OLD) that I think most of you will like. It’s kinda long, but I don’t think bullet points are appropriate, so suck it up.
His name isn’t “Bob” but [...]
… or Why I Wear My Hot Sexy Boots for A Gay Guy I Only See Once Every Eight Weeks
Today I went through the torture ritual of getting dressed–prior to my haircut. There was a shower too, and shaving, and an awful lot of tweezing.
I am off at 12:30 to see The Man– Mickey, my [...]
