Because Everyone Should Write A Memoir, Dahlinks*
Another Mistake I Made, Bigly!
Because I always seek to serve and educated others (well, sometimes), let’s go into another mistake – actually a series of mistakes – that I made from which you too can learn! While I cannot of course keep anyone from making the necessary errors they will and even...
The Greatest Dress, Ever!
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.” ~ Wm. Shakespeare, King Lear My mother once bought me the greatest dress, ever. I was thirteen. This dress was epic, so epic I even wore it once. Once, and only once – because she demanded that I do...
How We Grew: Vietnam
The Vietnam War was part of the background of my early childhood. Every day the local-ish radio station, WGY in Albany, N.Y. (only ninety miles away!), announced the war dead, and U.S. troop deaths were, without fail, miniscule compared to the number of Viet Cong...
From the Archive: Kripalu & Date Night
*this archive journal of my dad's last weeks and months is coming to a close, is getting down to days left in his life and the most intense period of caregiving, caregiving that began a decade prior. I wish every caregiver or parent of young children in this country...
On Living, and Spending the Holidays, Alone
I have lived alone for all of my adult life. Yes, there were times I had roommates, but those times were few and far between, and far lonelier in many ways than actually living alone, as anyone who has had an incompatible roommate or partner can attest. There was one...
The First Time: O.P.
Posting this again, original poster and post (O.P.), urging you to write for the project, or spread the good word and get your friends to do so in your stead... with my deepest gratitude. The First Time – A letter, brief (?) tale, and request to a few of my...
From the Archive: My Abortions
*The photo above was taken by me @ The Women's March in D.C. in 2017. This essay was originally written in 2011, and has been updated to include the following, post-Dobbs, introduction. And, to reframe – I’ll write more about this at another time – men are 100%...
East 1st St., N.Y.C.
*The NYC Subway, 1983, and when I moved there in the fall of 1981, coming up the stairs from the trains underground, I had no idea which way was north, or south, or east, or west, a perfect metaphor for where I was in life as a whole... The first place I lived in New...
The Pity Fuck
*Our heroine, all dolled up as cotton fucking candy, otherwise known as Miss Clara Eynsford-Hill Let me start by saying that if you are ever tempted to fuck someone, anyone, because you feel sorry for them, don’t. I’ve done it for you, okay, so just don’t do...