It was maybe three weeks after his sudden death; the first time I had been alone in the house, without someone staying over. At perhaps three in the morning, I realized it had been awhile since I had eaten anything. I thought, with a kind of detached, looking-down-on-myself kind of logic, ‘Perhaps you should eat something, Crescent.’ I opened the refrigerator…. Read More
Last Friday, I finally made it to my doctor’s office for a full physical. I had tried, sincerely, a few weeks earlier, on a hot, hot humid day. But only partially succeeded. A tree got in the way. But in a larger sense, perhaps, a tree was the way. Disruption. What a weird gift it is. *** If a tree falls “If… Read More
Note: This post is illustrated with photographs I took at the market in Nice, in 2014, when I was there for about a week with one of my oldest friends. It was my first long trip following the death of my mother in November 2013 and my partner in the March which followed, and in many ways it re-engaged me fully… Read More
“Is that your heart, or mine?” Here is when it began: a little after one in the morning. Here is where: in my bed, in Vermont, with my guy. I’m curled into him, my head resting on his shoulder, sleepy, happy. He says, “Mine.” I say, “Wow, it’s beating awfully fast, and hard.” *** I’m the one who first suggests… Read More
