“There’s making love, there’s sex, and then there’s fucking.” I forget who said that to me when I was young and impressionable, but it made sense at the time. Making love was what people in “The English Patient” did. It was very serious and probably set to violins. Sex was what people did when theyContinue reading “My theory of seamless love”
“Mommy, you’re a hippo.” “I’m a what?! Why?!” “You’re a mommy hippo. Because I want to be a baby hippo.” “Oh.” “I’m a baby hippo, but I’m also Denzel.” “So like a baby hippo whose name is Denzel?” “No, sometimes I’m a baby hippo, other times I’m Denzel.” “OK.” “Mommy, you’re also a baby strawberry.”Continue reading ““Do Marines like cake?” “Does God have a butt?” Conversations with a five-year-old”
Used to love him, had to kill him Didn’t drive the stake in deep His pale fist has just cracked the plywood Help. The worm wakes in the tinder, taxes are due on Friday Horses and children need new shoes this season It’s an inconvenient time for dying Though what time isn’t.
When I am old and grey and full of sleep Invite the light in from the ledge and drop a beat Make the floors shake, enrage the neighbors Wake the street When I am old and grey and full of sleep.
I wrote this extremely personal post for Feministe this week – about what it’s like to deal with some of my husband’s more rabid fans. It’s not some huge problem most of the time – but there were a couple of episodes recently that really got under my skin. In dealing with them, I realizedContinue reading “Nobody owes you love and explanations”