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Dom DeLuise said it best.
Our sweet dog Roxie got cancer recently. She got sick very quickly and was in pain and not going to get better, so on Wednesday last week we did the hard thing. She was the best dog and we miss her. Roxie with Dad and the Moms
Believe…in the magic in the stars
At the Pride Parade on Sunday the woman next to us was smoking all over me. Normally I would just move away from her, but suddenly twenty-four years of speaking quietly and smiling politely and squeezing myself into a tiny space on MUNI so that the guy next to me can sprawl out came bubbling … Continue reading
Annual Report: Barbecue with Dan Rather
Watching Clinton on 60 Minutes last night was a lot like seeing an old boyfriend years after you’ve broken up. Seeing his face glisten with intelligence and honest Arkansas sweat I was overwhelmed by nostalgia, and suddenly I didn’t care that he’d been bombing Iraq behind my back for our entire relationship. I just wanted … Continue reading
“Okay,” I said, “I will.”
“I kind of had this idea you were going to ask me to move in with you when you got back from your trip,” I said. “I am going to ask you,” he said. “Oh,” I said, and then I grinned until my face fell off.
Back to work, back to grants, back to boss, back to boredom: you can’t live in the Wood
The Lad came back as planned on Sunday, so now I can shut up about that problem. He is very beardy and I have decided to like it because what are my options, really. And he was so nice about it that time I shaved my head so I feel I owe him a weird … Continue reading
‘Cause she mixes it with love fraud and makes the world taste good
Who can take the sunshine two hundred sixty-five thousand dollar debt Sprinkle it with dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two turn it into a positive balance of twenty-two thousand dollars? The Grants Administrator can.
Two days to go and feeling the strain a little
“I have to go to Munich on Saturday to meet with the guys from that lab,” said my professor boss. “Are you taking Jane?” I asked politely. “No,” he said. “You guys are all alike!” I said. “You go haring off to Munich and leave your girlfriends waiting in the wings! Well we won’t wait … Continue reading
Rolled-up newspaper across my toes
The Lad comes home in four days — almost three days now — and while from the ankles up I am calm as a toad, my feet cannot be controlled and are flapping excitedly every chance they get. My feet are the untrained puppies of my body. I’m worried about the readjustment process when he … Continue reading
Twenty years and counting
I wonder who I was those first four years of my life without you around to record me. I wonder who you were. If I have a sister it’s you; if I have a conscience it’s you. I’ve spent my life trying to catch up with you and here you go again, 25 before me. … Continue reading
Oh lord, again with the sniveling
We killed a village in Iraq. When did I stop caring about what we’re doing in other countries? I cared last year. I think it was when I realized there was nothing I can do…if we smash the state there will just be another state. History is built on slaughtered villagers. They were celebrating a … Continue reading