This morning I am chock full of both jealously and envy. Darn! I’m jealous of a dear friend who is able to take trips in which others plan all the details, is able to take 1-8 weeks at a time off her usual activities, has several adult playmates, and receives much materially. My life is… Continue reading Heart Quirk: Jealousy
A year or so after we broke up, I asked a beloved ex-boyfriend, “If you were going to warn a potential partner about anything in me, what would it be?” Given that I’d already had an extensive psychiatric history by then, and that it was he that had broken up with me and not the… Continue reading Loss in Autism
Walking through the rural countryside today, my heart lifted. I see, feel, and hear nature’s presence, constancy, and care. Crossing the creek, the following came: We got the wedding vows all wrong. Or, maybe I’ve been hearing other people incorrectly all this time. For almost 45 years, I’ve believed the vow to love and support… Continue reading In Sickness & In Health: The Flip Side
At the end of the evening, my son’s face was beaming and his eyes shining to a degree I don’t know that I’ve seen before. He’s a very happy and enthusiastic kid, but Sunday seemed to propel him to another level. For the first time in his life, we’d spent Christmas independently of family. I… Continue reading An Amazing Christmas
My personal community is diverse in every conceivable way, including in levels of income. Several in my tribe are poor, and many are wildly wealthy. I used to “feel weird” being in the homes of wealthy folks. Now I’m equally comfortable visiting the homes of my broke friends and my fancy rich friends. I get a… Continue reading My Fancy Friends Are Coming For Dinner
If one community offers far less luxury and modern ease than another, why do so many choose the former? If white collar crime kills as many Americans in two years as the Iraq and Afghan wars combined did, why is the outcry stronger about the latter? If one vulnerable man’s actions result in the death… Continue reading When Bankers Kill More Than Wars Do
Almost twenty years ago, a friend described my then-boyfriend as being “like a cat.” He didn’t mean quiet and fuzzy. He was pointing out that my boyfriend sidled up to anyone available when he needed his version of food—a toke, a beer, sex. On one level, I couldn’t really see it. On another, I knew… Continue reading Human Cats, Human Dogs
