Archive for the ‘Relationships’ category

All Together Now

Last night the hubs and I took a brief respite from our ongoing 30-Rock marathon to watch “Commune”, a 2005 documentary about Black Bear Ranch, a commune that was started in the late-60’s in Northern California. [youtube][/youtube] While the film touches on the political and social upheaval of the time, most of the focus is […]

Black box

Stop him! He’s getting away!

I searched and searched because I was sure I must have written something about this before here, but I can’t find it. Oh, who am I kidding? All my posts are basically meditations on the same five or six things. I’m OK with that! Whenever I hear someone say, often in a voice that betrays […]

Happy birthday 2012

If I may, I’d like to raise a glass to you all, my chosen Whatsit family.  My wish is happiness (no matter how each may define it) for every one of us. Peace and Love, SG

On dinner

One of the few things my mother and I are in total agreement about in every way is that, in this scurvy and disasterous world of ours, nothing is in such a sad state as party RSVP manners. And of party RSVP manners, none have fallen so very low—-yea down into the very earth!—-as dinner […]

Unexpected love

Grad school, they tell you, is the wire mesh mother. At best, they say, it’s the wire mesh mother. In Harry Harlow‘s experiments on baby rhesus monkeys, you recall, that was the one that never promised love. The little baby monkeys preferred the cloth mother doll, even if she was cold, or offered no food. […]

What is it you want?

After the ball was over, after the break of morn, after the dancers’ leaving, after the stars were gone…it was about forty eight hours before I read my first piece of Internet verbiage about how the goal of marriage is an assimilationist one and how saddened the writer was to have her queerness coöpted. And […]

St. Ann’s Kids . . .

Well, my sister finally passed away.  It’s been a long time coming since she had lived with Multiple Sclerosis for 25 years.  This is a photo of her oldest child with my son.  The big kid was adopted into my parents family in 1980.  The little one born into the extended clan in 2004.  The […]

On Why I No Longer do Shots with the Authors of Left Behind

S. and I met at Summer Language Nerd Convention in Bloomington in, what, 1999 or so, so it’s already more than a decade we know each other, as people say in areas where Yiddish has futzed with syntax a certain way.  Years ago, when I was dating someone who worked in the movie industry*, S. […]

What is best in life?

The canonical answer. For the rest of us, it is a bit more complex. I worried about this question almost constantly when I was a child. Should I strive for intellectual grandeur? Should I try to get political or physical power over others? Should I find someone who loves me in return, or just try […]