The final night.
My phone buzzed next to my head and I became conscious again. My cats blinked and yawned, continued to gaze out the window at winter rain. I knew what this call was and at first did not want to answer...
View ArticleDoing okay, other notes
I left my night shift hotel job a couple of weeks ago, and I've been away adjusting to working days in an office. Just after I heard about that job offer, someone anonymously gifted me a lifetime...
View ArticleNotes on cause-marketing, breast cancer, and HIV/AIDS
Edit: This was originally written in 2009; I republish it on World AIDS Day. Obviously several things have happened since then to the credibility of Komen and LiveStrong, but those updates are easily...
View ArticleOn McDonald's and other things
The library I used to work for was on the edge of town. Before the edge of town, the houses would crumble, be covered in VACANT signs, orange and angry. There were missions with lines wrapped around...
View ArticleWYFP: ALL THE THINGS edition
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think...
View Article/facepalm forever
Words fail, but only just. Despite the fact that low-income women who give birth to children would logically need increased assistance to care for their larger family, Pennsylvania lawmakers — State...
View ArticleLittle boxes
Grey makes for homesickness. It took a few weeks to figure out why exactly, puddles dotted with mother-of-pearl oil and the hyper orange of leaves under murky skies made me long for the West again....
View ArticleResources to help cope with mass violence
Here are some resources for both children and adults to cope with the stress and aftermath of mass violence. I've tried to include as much as possible on how to talk to young people about events like...
View ArticleFade to white
I remember you before all this. Before those awful shades reached up and pulled you back down. Nobody who knows would blame you, and none of us are thinking about who might be responsible. Not anymore.
View ArticleSomewhere warm
Fade to white is the first entry in this series.My current partner is very insistent on this: “Don’t play anything like Amazing Grace or How Great Thou Art or I will zombie-burst from the coffin and...
View ArticleDay to day
Fade to white and Somewhere warm are the two previous diaries in this series.
View ArticleThe Grieving Room: Haunted
Welcome, fellow travelers on the grief journey, and a special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent or many years ago, whether...
View ArticleQuick notes on Argentina and the Dirty War
Over the next few days there is sure to be more attention on DailyKOS about Argentina and its history. Certainly, this attention is needed if any of the comments I’ve read following the election of...
View ArticleAlmost Latina
There are two stories of my name. Growing up I was given the Gaelic version. The European heritage matched the narrative of my face: eyes that faded to gray-blue in spite of my mother’s campaign for...
View ArticleStrings and stakes
Other diaries in this series are: Fade to white, Somewhere warm, Day to day, and Haunted. They discuss my former partner of six years, her transition to living as a woman in 2009, and her death in...
View ArticleIn the track of a train that never stops: the Dirty War in Argentina
One of many displays of the disappeared. In any diary I compose that falls under history, you will find this particular phrase: history is a conversation between the present and the past about the...
View ArticleThe way out is through
I was eighteen. The year 2000. I sat in front of the computer at midnight to see if anything would happen. My mother explained everyone logging in at once to see if anything happened might be the very...
View ArticleThe Great Okay
Other diaries in this series are: Fade to white | Somewhere warm | Day to day | Haunted | Strings and Stakes | The way out is through
View ArticleThe Grieving Room: Fragile
Welcome, fellow travelers on the grief journey and a special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent, or many years ago; whether...
View ArticleYour mechanism
(with apologies to William Gibson and John Green)Sometimes you still appear. You are there in the holidays we spent estranged, Thanksgiving in particular which you could never stand, and Christmas...
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