A Genuine Product of the Human Potential Movement

When I was five with pigtails swinging, I walked across a redwood bridge connecting my garage to my Northern California home with one prevailing realization. “Oh no,” I groaned to myself. My sister had just explained to me that when I grew up I would have to have sex while lying on my back. “That’sContinue reading “A Genuine Product of the Human Potential Movement”

The night before my friend died, we had dinner

The night before Reid died on December 20th, he came over to my house with John, and I hadn’t seen him since June. It was a Thursday night, And they were a little bit late. I think I said to come at 6:30, but they were there at like 6:50. And you know how withContinue reading “The night before my friend died, we had dinner”

Forgive Me

Forgive Me. “I’m losing my eyes,” she said. No one tells you that you lose your eyes. They don’t tell you when you’re two years old, staring into your Mother’s eyes, and eating a graham cracker cookie: “Enjoy it, girl, because one day you’re going to need reading glasses.” Maybe they should develop an appContinue reading “Forgive Me”