Monthly Archives: April 2005
The dog’s widow
For the last two and a half years I’ve been periodically proposing to the Lad. So far he won’t have me, though there’s many as would, but I persevere, I persevere. That’s what marriage is all about. It’ll be anticlimactic when he gives in finally but that, too, is what marriage is all about I … Continue reading
Stay with me, baby, stay
I hate being needed or relied on in any way, so what kind of girlfriend could I really be for a man who needed a big knife in his chest just to get through the day and probably required a little something extra in the way of girlfriend sensitivosity? I’m listening to said man’s posthumous … Continue reading
And even, yes, even, yes, Tamora Pierce
From home I brought books. I sold off many others to make shelf-room, and even my Arden Shakespeares, and even The Canterbury Tales which I didn’t like but might need as an English major, and even a Calvino (but I kept Henry Miller to keep Anais company, third shelf down). From home I brought Peter … Continue reading
The porn shop for girls
Yesterday I went home, Pleasant Hill home, dad and the Moms home, Molly dog home, bees in the garden home, home-cooked meal home, driving home. How can I sell my car? Afternoon sunlight plus exceeding the speed limit is gold. It made me miss the suburbs, because even though I can walk to the bagel … Continue reading
Mama Cow Man and other stories
I write in capital letters. My cursive was never good for much. Between second and third grade I switched from an experimental hippie-type classroom where we were encouraged to get on with the important business of school–in my case, reading whatever I could get my hands on, puzzling through math problems because they were interesting, … Continue reading
hair then eyeball
I slept like a desert last night, shifting and rolling. More dog dreams. My mother’s dogs multiplied to two and then three. We left poor Molly at home and took the other two on a night walk; another nervous black lab, skinny and clenched, and a curly mutt with more hair than eyeball. We set … Continue reading
Hey.
I’ve been dreaming of talking dogs. First I took a train to Paris with Roxie and we chatted about our trip, then last night I was trying to give Molly her dinner and she was insisting that she is always allowed to have salmon. Is she lying, I wondered, but then thought of course not, … Continue reading
There are shouldn’ts and shoulds
One of my professors likes to remind the class that our favorite authors would not have liked us, had we ever met. “Don’t kid yourselves,” he says, “Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen would not be your friends. They would not invite you round for tea. You are uncouth youthful boors from the underclasses and these … Continue reading