I’m a superstitious, nervous woman. I’d blog every detail of my happiness, but I don’t think he’d appreciate the exposure, and quite honestly, though I know it’s silly, I fear that exposing my luck so to the attention of the universe would destroy it, somehow. Like as soon as I admit how happy I am, someone or something will come along and snatch the happiness away.
Yeah, I’m going back into therapy. I’d like to keep the smiling, you know?
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]]>By the end of the month I certainly felt pulped. A few days of renewal* in Saugatuck with the Divine Miss M and Shas helped me pull my shit (mostly) back together.
Then August hit, and within six days I had three job offers and a man.
It took having two other offers on the table, but my long-term, part-time job finally popped the question. It’s the best fit, and at full-time, it offered the most money, which is always a nice perk.
The nice young man probably deserves his own post. We’ll see. But he’s very, very nice.
And right now, I’m very, very happy. Hope y’all are doing well, too.
]]>Taking a year off, certainly one in which several competing social networks crossed critical mass points, changed the way I think about this space. I probably won’t take it down, but I’m over long-form blogging for a good long while.
That said, I’m really looking forward to posting more recipes here 
1 large ripe tomato, cut into eighths
1/2 ripe avocado, sliced
1 ear raw sweet corn sliced from cob
1 tbsp. lime juice
liberal splash of extra virgin olive oil
salt, pepper and oregano to taste
So tasty.
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Excerpt from an email I sent my mother, who’d asked, simply, “How was the pride parade?”
“CROWDED. But nice. Made me very happy to see so many people celebrating, especially in light of NY. Looking forward to the rest of the country catching up. While I was there, I saw a black male couple and their toddler daughter celebrating, and I nearly cried. Reminded me of a project I did years ago in grad school, working on a story on transracial adoption. I went to an adoption event with all these kids, many of them minorities and older kids or groups of siblings, who were waiting to be adopted. There were several gay couples in attendance, [some of] the only couples willing to take in these children who were considered “undesirable” by most couples looking to adopt, because they themselves were considered “undesirable” parents by conventional adoption agencies. I remember looking around that room thinking, “Fuck anyone who’d put politics ahead of happy homes for these children.” I cannot stress how important it is to me that as a nation we get beyond this bullshit idea that a family is a mother and a father and their “natural” children. A real family, if you are very, very lucky, is made up of the people you choose to love and who choose to love you in return.”
And that’s all I have to say about that, I reckon.
]]>Love is a helluva time-waster.
I don’t mean that bitterly. I mean it literally. Being in love with someone, spending most of your otherwise-unoccupied moments together, time just flies. You see each other, you natter on about your days, you bump around in a confined space together and you are just. So. Occupied. Even in silence, together you’re somehow taken up by this third, greater thing that you two have become. Whether the moments are good or bad, that time is shared, and somehow feels…halved.
And then one day you decide you want to be alone again, and you feel it’s a good, solid decision, and it is. But you’ve forgotten what being just one is like. The time you have to fill. The bloody. Fucking. Time. And even if you were Olympic-gold good at it before, even if you still have plenty to sort out now, after love it’s different. The muscle isn’t gone, but it’s atrophied.
Of course, anyone who’s ever been a one-then-two-then one again knows this, but as always, I’m on my own clock and I’m just figuring it out now.
So. DVD recommendations? I’m on a self-imposed dating hiatus for at least a little while longer.
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GAWTDAMN. ]]>