Things to Remember
When I was 17, love meant personalizing things like yo-yos and ice cream scoopers, cheese boards and cheap jewelry
Mommy Was a Punk Rocker
I—a mild-mannered middle-aged mom who used to drive a minivan—once played CBGB as the drummer for a punk band
The Guy Who Lost His Name
Robert had disappeared and my name was Butch. Butch was who I was. You don't question things like that.
A Jewish Lesbian Vegetarian in Cattle Country for Christmas
I was the Martian, a visitor the natives were trying hard to welcome, if not exactly understand
The Piercing Pagoda
When word spread that I was an expert ear-piercer, girls lined up, needles were stuck and parents were pissed
Memories of Yama, Our Beloved Cat
Dealing with the loss of a gentle presence taken for granted for too long
This Was Our Dog
Sylvie became the center of our family life, the warmth around which we all gathered
I Watched My Sister’s Life Unravel from a Distance
My sister had been on methadone maintenance treatment for her heroin addiction for nearly 40 years, but what about making her life worth living in the first place?
Life as a 40DDDDDDDDDDD
My identity is informed by my breasts, as they're such a large part of me—pun intended
Why Don’t We Do What We Know Is Good For Us?
We know our lives will be better if we take care of ourselves, yet we often don’t do so