So I’m sobbing by the side of the street just west of her house remembering that late night I drove her home. The rain had made the streets flood—windshield as-if submerged—and we had all leaned forward in our seats to better view the spectacle, and there was a sweetness in the car. The two older… Read More Zoe
Steve and I at UC Davis, circa 1989 I’ve been thinking about my college boyfriend Steve so much lately. In August, I reached out to him impulsively—knowing that he probably wouldn’t even get the email; I was drafting his address from my malfunctioning memory— because it felt like what I had to say needed to… Read More An interesting species
This morning I rose at 4:51 to a chorus of high-pitched mews from the foster kitten room (rough translation of which was: “get up! ‘the fuck this door still closed for?”) and my own cats scrambled when I got up and let them out because the old batch of fosters had been trained to stay… Read More 4:51
A few years ago, my daughter Livy was surprised when I told her I believed in God. She was 16 (I think) and didn’t know because I don’t tout God or observe religion unless it’s imminently relevant because for me God/source is such a big truth it doesn’t need to be spoken of. Since: of… Read More God/Us
