Monthly Archives: November 2012
I don’t feel loved if you don’t touch me. I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but it’s true. I read a Psychology Today article about bonding — about how romantic bonding has the same fundamentals as infant/parent bonding. I hadn’t thought that through … Read more
I volunteer in the classroom on Tuesday mornings. Though it’s usually language time — sentence writing, spelling words, reading — occasionally we get to do math as well. And I was surprised to see a number of students perk at the chance to do something … Read more
I finish washing dishes and find her, sitting in the Hagrid chair. Her eyes are red.
“Are you crying? What happened?” She doesn’t say then. And later, I find her perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes redder. And the thing is, if … Read more
I moved to Spokane in the middle of December after 6 years in the tropics. I spent much of that winter chauffeuring my grandmother to her physical therapy appointments. I’d sit in the fly white Chevy Malibu and read Jack Gilbert’s poems. I had 9 … Read more
We may be getting married in Seattle. The interesting thing about that sentence is that only the geography is in question. What a notable period in time. Here. In a newborn marriage equality state.
To be honest, I still can’t quite believe it. Mary has … Read more
Election day was all about the uterus. I fidgeted, armed with Jeanette Winterson’s memoir, in the surgery waiting room, while the doctor cut into my wife’s. I tried not to think about scalpels. Or election returns. Or voter intimidation. Or apathy. I tried not to … Read more