Hi again, ladies, and thank you all for letting me host this meeting of the Enfield Garden Club! Yes, Melinda, your hat looks lovely, it matches the floral print of your dress. Yes, I like it. Really. It’s fine. Before we head out into the yard, would anyone like a cup of tea? Oh, it’s […]
My life was the green-on-black text of our Apple IIgs. I spun worlds, tapping away on the keyboard, filling page after Appleworks page with brilliance. After I finally finished it, I did a few cursory edits and hit print. The ancient ImageWriter on the desk blinked its lights at me in a “you have to […]
My life was the green-on-black text of our Apple IIgs. I spun worlds, tapping away on the keyboard, filling page after Appleworks page with brilliance. After I finally finished it, I did a few cursory edits and hit print. The ancient ImageWriter on the desk blinked its lights at me in a “you have to […]
Hooray! I’m now on Google+, along with all the hip, cool kids and other assorted Facebook refugees, and I’ve been there almost since the very beginning. It’s exciting and daunting, this launch of a new and potentially very successful social network, and I’m glad I’m here to see it evolve. It feels a little bit […]
I’m an autumn girl, I bloom when the leaves turn and the crispness of death is in the air. And yet somehow the summer sun beams down on me every day.
Politics ain’t the only arena where we can learn from another’s perspectives.
Chicken McNuggets are a constant in my life. What? They are. They hit the market in the early 1980s, only a few years after I was born. As far as I’m concerned, they’ve always been there. I actively dislike 99% of the McDonald’s menu; the McNuggets and the fries being the only exceptions. That, you […]
Americans tend to fetishize certain aspects of our history while being gleefully oblivious to almost all of the rest of it. Is that because our society is built on mobility and forgetting?
You’d think, after living and breathing gender issues and gender transition for the past eighteen months or so, that I’d have something useful to say about it. I feel like I can’t, though. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, or that I have absolutely nothing to say, it’s that there’s too much. It’s […]
His eyes are wide, but there is no way he can know. He’s beautiful, in his way, and I mourn for things lost, chances not taken. I want to say more, but he’s let his attention wander. There’s a breathtakingly gorgeous young woman over by the bar, probably only a few years older than he is. For a brief moment, my eyes lock with hers. She grins brilliantly, so far out of reach that neither he nor I will ever be anywhere near her.