Monthly Archives: November 2013
I didn’t really get tone until college. What is the author’s attitude, they’d ask us on tests. How the fuck should I know? Why can’t we just read it and have our own attitudes?
But I get it now. It’s not much of a conversation … Read more
I forget sometimes that I don’t have to worry about everything. About unwashed dishes, for instance, or the fire going out. It’s easier to remember how pointless worrying is when my kid starts freaking out about his book report.
“I think it’s due tomorrow.”
“I … Read more
I woke this morning to Science! the gerbil dragging herself across the first level of their habitat. And because I have learned to hold them but am not yet brave enough to pick them up, I called for Mary, and that’s how Science! died: in … Read more
If you are your choices, and you’ve made terrible choices then does that mean you’re terrible? Does it? Who are you, if you are your choices?
You can get stuck there. You can begin to see yourself as a series of failures. A fuck up. … Read more
It’s bullshit that dysfunctional families are dysfunctional in their own way. They are dysfunctional in tedious, standard ways. And reading through the graphic novel, Blue Is the Warmest Color, I was reminded of the reliable ways oppressively conservative families persecute their queer children.
You … Read more