“The family configuration begins to change” — in two small ways, at least.
Last night Performer and I, having returned from someone else’s performance, were talking idly while we sat over tea. The word ‘curator’ came up, and we discussed the fact that I pronounce it CUR-uh-ter, stress on the first syllable and the central [...]
Performer keeps telling me that one of his children barfed.
I’m tired of hearing about it. And the kid seems to do it a lot. And once this summer when his other child ‘barfed’ all over her bedroom rug, he told me that the ‘barf’ smelled like the food itself and not [...]
11 p.m. Sunday 16 September
conversation as we were crossing a Manhattan street:
PERFORMER: When I came in from my bike ride this afternoon, I was thinking that you were eye candy.
MIMI: Oh! gosh.
PERFORMER: You’re more ‘eye candy’ than any of my wives or the other women I’ve been with.
*** So the [...]
traces of Performer in my apartment
one brown wooden hairbrush
one green plastic hairbrush
grey plastic Kenneth Cole shoehorn
maroon adult extra-large t-shirt with white logo from Performer’s performance business
blue L.L.Bean extra-large long-sleeved pajama top with white piping
wooden slanted board that he does foot exercises on
Brita water purifying pitcher
sliced bagels in freezer
Zabar’s cream cheese
extra towels & washcloth in bathroom
speed-stick [...]
Who is my family?
Here I am in love with someone, entirely committed to him as he is to me, and I’m mulling over how that complicates the definition of ‘my family.’
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In what follows, I have changed names (the few that I give) to protect the vulnerable, and I [...]
So now that I have a ‘real’ man in the apartment, at least much of the time, I thought I’d run Rachel Greenwald’s statements by him, to see if her assertions of what men prefer are right.
The answer is: yes in the small issues, no in the large issues.
ME: Performer, RG says that [...]
And so it came to pass…that one year and three months after my adventure in the Providence airport, I happened to be walking through Penn Station.
I was noticing the middle-aged men and wondering which ones were 60 (I was then a mere 59).
How could you tell a man’s age? I looked at the color, [...]
Next to a largish framed color photograph of her late cat, my childhood cat, who lived 1959 - 1976, on a shelf between two windows, my mother kept a large framed color photograph of my ex. Not my ex and me — just him, his head, a pretty good picture, photographically and [...]
When I returned home from a brief out-of-state job after my now ex-husband had moved out, there were eleven dead mice, squooshed in traps and stuck in glue-boxes on the first and second floors of the house.
It was the first week of March, 2005.
I could smell them as soon as I came in the front [...]
NAME: angryman
HEADLINE: So long as I have one woman to demonize, I can love another woman, no problemo.
69-year-old man
[northeastern city, state]
seeking women 50 - 65
within 20 miles of [northeastern city, state]
RELATIONSHIPS: divorced
HAVE KIDS: Yes, but they never live with me (2)
WANT KIDS: I didn’t even want these two, but now that they’re here, and [...]
