A Function of Memory

In my life, I’ve had several mothers. In one way, I’ve had a series of caretakers who were there for me when my own mother...

On Caregiving

My grandmother attracts strays. She’s not particularly motherly, but motherless things seem inexplicably drawn to her. Possibly because we all know that she’ll care for...

Icky Shit I Used to Hate

When I was younger, and single, I totally hated this type of romantic bullshit. Well, fuck what I used to think is what I always...

Wuv, Sweet Wuv

I’m writing, not so much as a response to, but a riff on No Arms James’ recent blog about being single, and longing for a...

Paper Crane Love

Once upon a time, a notebook paper crane befriended a construction paper crane… …and they fell in love… …and everything got better, everywhere around them....