Monthly Archives: November 2013

What is your tone?

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

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Or you could chop the wood

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.”

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Science! and progress

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

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No, the other me

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

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But all the dysfunctional ones are different

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.

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Your love is an old dog

When my son was born, Latte was 5 years old, and just as she had during my pregnancy, she followed him everywhere. Slept beside his crib. Smelled him every chance she got. What the fuck is this thing? What is it?

At the park, when … Read more

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