Monthly Archives: December 2009


We’re getting a little loose with this word, partner.   Applying it when we mean something entirely different.  And where would we see partnerships modeled?  Not my parents.  Not ever.  They had domains. Provinces.  And when I learned about monarchies, I always thought of my parents’ … Read more

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From the air

At some point, she thinks, we will tire of stories.  Of metaphors.  Of the stand-in.  When is the thing ever just the thing?  My heart an organ. Relentless as small children.  A boomerang.  Gliding, almost effortlessly, from my hand, sent out to scour for a … Read more

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Your ambition dress

How do you wear it?  Like armor.  Or a headdress.  How does it drape?

You need it.  Your ambition.  You need it.  Even chimps are using cleavers.  And the story you’ll tell me later, when we sip our drinks, and watch the girls prowl the … Read more

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Comfort smells

Over time (too much, arguably) I have learned that her smell comforts me.  It works best if it’s a shirt, one she has worn enough to sweat in.  And then, while she’s away, I wear the shirt, and am fine.  And the missing can feel … Read more

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Compound Complex

On Monday morning, my father left a snarky message asking if I’d borrowed his truck. Since it is the sort of truck that rolls down hills and vanishes, I didn’t worry too much about it. But, in fact, it had been stolen.

Why anyone would … Read more

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I heard nails on wooden floor boards. That’s what brought me sprinting from the kitchen. The cat’s tail was thick and he had saliva down his chest. My dog had sprinted the other direction when she heard me. The cat tracked several bloody paw prints … Read more

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Gift exchange

Last night we went to a potluck. We took my son, knowing he’d be the only child there, and worrying for him a little. Sometimes adults view kids about as compassionately as they view spiders. But not any of the women at this potluck.

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The lengthening of awareness

So, this chick said something to me last night that I can’t get out of my head. She said the longer you’re in a relationship, the more careful you have to be.

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“You have to be careful of your … Read more

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Cite your sources

Turns out, I can’t, in this case. I remember the poem from a batch we received during a poetry workshop with Christopher Howell. The last two lines have existed in my head for more than a decade:

I am going to love myself.

I have … Read more

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“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, “but sometimes your place is a little like Soviet Russia.”

Of course, she’s right. I don’t have coasters or knickknacks. Clothes hang in the closet, or are folded away in drawers. I have a touch of art … Read more

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