Monthly Archives: November 2009

I’ve been wondering about what to write next.  This whole, let it come
when it comes thing has been lovely.  I’m enjoying the stressless
reality of movie watching and PlayStation 3 playing.  And then, this
morning, I figured it was time for… Read more

It went like this:  me, panicked, 180 seconds from missing an appointment for Gavin.  Lost in the fucking valley.  Directions in hand, the ROAD CLOSED sign denying my passage.

“I have no idea where I am,” I tell the steering wheel.

“You’re on earth,” Gavin… Read more

Yesterday, when I picked Gavin up from school, his teacher told me she’d given Gavin a reading comprehension test.  After covering up the story she’d read him, she asked a series of questions, all of which he ignored, in favor of reading from the passage… Read more

Generally I avoid overt political statements.  But last night, my buddy reminded me that as a woman, a lesbian, a feminist, a liberal, nearly every goddamned thing out of my mouth is a political statement.  And so, I’ll post this most recent:

This has been… Read more

You know, as a masochist, there’s a constant struggle against the obvious.  The casual injury, and the deliberate cruelty, and all those easy, malicious interactions.  The reading went well.  They asked insightful, intense questions.  And she didn’t come.  She didn’t text.  She didn’t call.

There’s… Read more

My new obsession is Serena Ryder.  I have listened to her latest album is it o.k. the entire freaking day.   If Patty Griffin and Cat Stevens had a love child, this would be her. Anthemic, with big rough vocals, complicated lyrics and catchy choruses.… Read more

I just got home from the Joshua Radin show.  He was awesome. Enthusiastic, and funny, and a hell of a vocalist.  It was the perfect show. Heartbreak, and love, and rocking drum solos.  I’m single again.  Single after three years … well, nearly … but… Read more