thematically fickle

Three years ago today, we flew to Chicago to meet Ruby. The delayed flight certainly added to our anticipation and also, the agony of our wait. Out of the (mere) 7 months that our adoption process took before our match, it was this last 36 hours before we held our daughter that were the most [...]

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After using a fahncy, marble encased bathroom stall at Bloomingdale’s this afternoon, I met my mother at the row of sinks. Incidentally, for all of her outrageousness, she’s more of a rule-follower than I am and she opted for a regular stall, whereas I have no qualms about using the one intended for the wheelchair [...]

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It began with denial. Several weeks ago, our quiet Toto toilet started making a prolonged and high-pitched hissing sound when flushed. Then one morning not long after, Sam asked whether I’d noticed the shower was slow to drain. I hadn’t noticed, actually. But maybe that’s because I’d decided to boycott bathing until one of [...]

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(This is my 150-word inspirational speech, written in under 10 minutes.)
(Oh, and it’s for my friend, Katie.)
You’re always saying, I’m not a photographer or How can I be a good photographer or Really, you’re a better photographer than I am. And to this I say: Grrrrrrl! Have you seen the photos you’ve taken lately?
Look, I [...]

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I’ve written before about my skepticism of the validity of relationships formed online. Before I became addicted to the glow of my computer screen, in the days before I became a victim of the irresistible Upload Urge, I didn’t understand how you could meet someone in the virtual world and subsequently become friends with them.
Lo, [...]

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It’s impossible not to experience love in this city.
Impossible. Just look at this sunrise, taken from Sausalito…

It didn’t rain. In fact, it was the best weather I’ve ever experienced in San Francisco. It was San Diego weather. And texasgurl didn’t give a fuck about whether her hair got wet or windblown or whatever. 679 digital [...]

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The one and only blind date I’ve ever been on was with Mark Kazarian. I have no idea if that’s how his last name is spelled but I’ll never forget it because it’s fun to say really fast. It was late October in 1990 or ‘91 or possibly ‘92; the exact year escapes me [...]

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Since Mrs. G let me host her Slow Cook Thursday yesterday—in which she gave me an introduction so stellar that I thought for certain she had confused me with somebody else—my attention has been otherwise occupied such that I could not come here and say something that really needs saying. Examples of what diverted [...]

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He got one out of necessity:

 I got one as a consolation prize:

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