I feel my heart on the pause to look both ways while exiting our parking lot and involuntarily imagine a heart attack or other debilitating event in my vital organs. I am beset by the like and, foot slipping from the brake, I roll perpendicular into the road, unconscious, neck not supporting the eight pounds …
SB: It’s the day before your graduation and, with convocation this afternoon, I’m already at risk for getting a little verklempt. So I’m going to try to keep this light. The conversation we had the other afternoon when I was, actually, verklempt-in-action was one of the most healing conversations I think we’ve ever had–or at …
Dear Stephen, To echo our conversation from the hour before last, “This sucks.” Everyday is so fucking hard: Up caffeinate woooooliveoooooooooooooooooooliveooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooork lay down. I was on the phone with Kendal when you headed out last night. We concluded the conversation with something to the effect of “well, it’s actually pretty quiet around here, nothing new, …
My friend, I’m reading Andrea Dworkin’s memoir, Heartbreak, which I’m sure will come up later in terms of content. I admit with some amount of chagrin that I haven’t read much of her primary work < “And you call yourself a feminist?!” >, but I am enjoying the memoir, nonetheless, because it gives personal context …