Monthly Archives: May 2012
Why is it that we tolerate behavior from women that we would never tolerate from men? To be specific, we tolerate an unbelievable amount of stalking, controlling and abusive bullshit from women that we would never countenance from men. I have had multiple friends admit … Read more
I remember painting with watercolors when I was little. I remember the paper getting bumpy and the colors bleeding in that tragic way. Faint and fainter. But in the evening, when Mary paints, I watch the brush strokes and the vibrant colors and I find … Read more
My mother had a small ringed binder next to her bed where she recorded her temperature in her pristine handwriting. I used to look through it, when I was a kid, just to see the perfect numbers. Later, when I attempted to forge my parents’ … Read more
When I was fourteen, I took my first solo cross-country plane trip. To visit my grandmother. She’d had her second nervous breakdown two years earlier, and a series of strokes, and I was worried about the trip. While waiting for my first plane, a dude … Read more
I got the weed whacker to work twice yesterday. Machines teach me patience. And the rest of the time I dug up the front yard with a shovel while Mary planted spinach and sifted the dirt in the raised beds. I kept reminding myself to … Read more
“Who drops you off,” the client asks Mary, “your husband or your son?”
She hasn’t been asked this question for at least a year. We assumed they’d finally sorted out that I’m a girl. Sadly, no.
Which reminds me of something my therapist said years … Read more
When I wake before 7 a.m., I read with my headlamp on. And so, for the last few days, I’ve been reading the Family Fang in that way that always makes me feel like a child. As though I’m sneaking the story in. And I … Read more
Maybe I was born skipping stones. I don’t seem to be able to explain technique to them, or maybe they prefer hucking giant rocks into the river. They cheer every splash.
She’s in sandals and checking along the bank for frogs. “I love to catch … Read more
Mary DuChene, first mother. One of my favorite experiences with you was the walk up the hill after Thai on First. I’d run down and was wearing a sad little outfit. And you were forty minutes late, and finally arrived in a cab. Your car … Read more