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Summer fling or the real thing?
1. When you were out with your crush last night, you got really drunk and blacked out. What most likely happened? A. Your crush took you to your house, snuck you past your parents, put a basin next to the bed and went home. B. Your crush made out with you until you vomited on … Continue reading
Bleating in Everyone’s Face (A Blogger’s Story)
I’ve been messing up all day. I keep saying the wrong thing and offending people inadvertently. I know why this is happening. Recently I did something that was, for me, quite pushy and insistent. In fact it was the most forward and least ladylike thing I’ve ever done and I was and am horrified at … Continue reading
Turtles and Dragonflies
I’ve been so happy tramping over the city in this heat. I found a sidewalk by the park covered in dozens of stencils of turtles and dragonflies. In the middle of all these water dwellers someone has painted In Memory of My Love. If the Lad died I would stencil windmills up the side of … Continue reading
Dear Maggie,
You get a birthday blog even though you don’t read this ever. In your own words, “whoever propels you towards clarity is the key.” Maggie, you never have really propelled me towards clarity. But the days of sitting under one blanket and waiting for Manuel, so steady, are always just over my shoulder, and they … Continue reading
Run, I’m being taught communism
Flora is teaching me Russian. Today she printed out the Russian alphabet with a pronunciation guide for each letter and gave me a small lesson – I learned how to say “hedgehog” and “bug.” I wish my keyboard typed in Russian. The letters are heavy and thick and beautiful. Flora is so entertaining. When she … Continue reading
Run, we’re being chased and we’re communists
The Matrix II. This will have spoilers, PLEASE don’t read it until you see the movie. Ready? Okay. The Matrix was fun. Anyone who’s heard Sean’s theories about the little red pill and the communist Wachowski brothers will have noticed the Oracle’s little red candy with satisfaction. I missed Tank, I missed Switch, I missed … Continue reading
Run, we’re being chased by communists
Until I was four, my best friend’s name was Ian McDonald and he lived across the street from me. We spent most days in and out of each others’ back yards, pretending to be private detectives. He was pretty much willing to believe the things that I told him were true (the playhouse is our … Continue reading
A red bandana and a golden retriever named Honey
This is not how I imagined it, not paperwork, and not picking up soda cans at conferences, and not mustached men standing way too close to me in an elevator with only the two of us to fill it. I’ll sell my car and buy a truck and a dog, I swear to god, I’ll … Continue reading