Monthly Archives: June 2010
She plays Lady Gaga videos for the older boy, though Gavin is dancing as well. “Who is that lady with the orange hair?” he asks.
“The same lady as before. But with different hair.”
“She’s weird,” he says, then stands up to concentrate on his … Read more
My husband outed me to my parents when I was thirty. I’d been dating girls since I was fifteen, but it was always discreet. So, I’m thirty, with an infant, and suddenly, free from my last secret. (Sort of. I have two more secrets, but … Read more
I woke to the air being sucked from the room, and then, something else pushed back down through us.
“Lightning,” she whispered. “It struck near here.”
I sat up, still disoriented, the air thick, and static.
“Did you feel it?” she asked. “The lightning?”
Drugged … Read more
I can’t stop thinking about her. Her leap, off the high steps of Lime, only to crack her head against the pavement, and be rendered unconscious. She’s the idealization of romantic impetuousness. Young, beautiful, headstrong. A girl who will not be persuaded. The antithesis, of … Read more
Part of the pleasure, and agony, of living with a child is the loud, relentless running monologue. “The turtles in world 3 are dead!!!! Woah, I got twenty-two lives!!! Woah, we’re gonna get a mushroom! Heck, is a bad word, and you’re not allowed to … Read more
For years, I wanted to be Chris in the Morning from Northern Exposure. The artistic adventurer. The romantic renegade. The rough literary anecdote. And from that obsessive time, I developed a particularly keen desire to perform a marriage (or a funeral). Could you really answer … Read more
So, I’m just going to own this, because honesty is fun. My girlfriend is in a burlesque troupe, and when I first heard about this burlesque thing, I wondered if it would be hard to sit in the audience and watch people I know getting … Read more
“Because you want to be loved more than you want to be safe?” She writes it as a question, though it’s an answer. And I hear it that way: solve for X.
Michael Stock and I were in the field in Missouri, the grass … Read more