Monthly Archives: October 2012

Be safe

Maybe tragedy always begins with what you know. What you have experienced. Maybe that’s why people say, “I know exactly how you feel!” as though suffering equated. Not because suffering equates, but because we remember suffering, and we see that you are, and we’re sorry. … Read more

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I don’t know you

He said something important to me at my wedding. “I don’t know you, but I love you.” It’s the ideal philosophy. Applicable in every scenario. The model of compassion. Neighbor, I don’t know you, but I love you.

This summer, he and his brother built … Read more

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Gifted

“I don’t understand,” G tells me, “why he makes such bad choices.” He’s talking about his classmate, about how the kid ended up being sent home for threatening to punch (or actually punching, depending on who’s telling the story) the librarian.

“Do you remember how … Read more

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Letter to a girl

In terms of percentages, you are a little more likely to be left-handed than to be gay. The percentage of left-handed people is 10-11% of the population. If you consider how often people comment on my being left-handed — the fact that it is in … Read more

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Baby diapers

I was a single parent for a long time. Much longer than I wanted to be. And also while I was married. My being a single parent doesn’t have anything to do with gun control. Nothing. There is no correlation there at all. Whatsofuckingever.

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Mads

She and her mom meet us at the theater and she rushes down the aisle, saying, “Hurray! Do you like my fancy hair?” by way of greeting.

“Very much. I also like your fancy shoes. And your fancy shirt.”

“Yes, I’m not in pre-K anymore.”… Read more

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Stop eating your face

I’m forbidden from eating chewy candy now. Which, I’m pretty sure, is the definition of heartbreak. Actually, all chewy food has been discouraged. No raw vegetables. No bagels. No gum. TMJ has declared war on anything except soft foods. I’m now going to eat as … Read more

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Please don’t talk about sex; it’s embarrassing

I’ve always wondered if there are people who never get hurt when they have sex. Who never ache anywhere. Who never feel like they can’t stop crying. Like they’ve been gutted. Are there people for whom sex is painless always — emotionally as well as … Read more

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Pivot

I read this quote years ago that war makes men the way childbirth makes women. And I found it so offensive, that years later, just thinking about it makes me tense and hostile. I wanted to say something about the way pregnancy marked me. The … Read more

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On being cool

The kid and I were chatting on Sunday morning when I said, “So you’re at a birthday party with me, right, and I start yelling about being the first to get cake, and I want this one particular piece because I’m the first to get … Read more

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