Somehow, their animal presence makes us more human.
Chagrin and the Men I have Loved
Whenever I've had something to blush about, the men I love have always been there.
The slate is clear, the possibilities are endless, and the universe is listening.
I wanted to spend the 4th with someone who always knew the way back home.
September 11 left holes in the skyline, holes in our spirit.
A Year of Stories
2001. Say it out loud and let your mind wander. Kubrick. Space. The future.
He came to town with a guitar, lightning quick wit, and hair down around his shoulders.
I Voted 2000
14 different voices telling 14 different stories about politics, elections, and America.
My Stupid Childhood
After a while everything becomes boring and you want something new. My new thing was a pair of skates.
The Year 2000
Where were you when the clock struck midnight?
This thanksgiving I'm thankful for love, support, and blueberry jam.
"You might want to take a shower as soon as possible. The water tank is gonna run out."
Star Wars Memories
The lights go down and I'm laughing at the pure joy of seeing giant yellow words scroll up the screen.
It always seemed so far away, but here we are in 1999.
The Nicest Person in San Francisco
I cranked the stereo up and the windows down. I was ready for an adventure. And I was gonna get it.
The daily imprint of a body and its scent never quite disappears.
It's not that we fight, we just don't connect.
There was never any doubt about what Cali was going to do.
I put my ear down on the rail to check for vibrations.
I made small talk and watched as the cars blurred by. Eventually I worked up the courage.
The Book of Burning Man
This year we took the posting to the playa.
I prefer to think of it as The Superpower of Drawing Things To People's Attention.
Meeting Peter Again
Maybe it was the gentle rain that made him so reserved. Maybe it was the stress. Or maybe it was me.
If it's just an innocent little flirtation, why do I feel so guilty when he catches me?
That day, torn from my history, has never made me stop and think. Until now.
They were subtle, mental, hidden. It was their house.
The fact that I don't remember the first time still unnerves me.
I wonder why he decided to jump when he did.
Passages of the Rock River
An ancient black and white photo preserves my oldest memory of Grandpa Rohde.
How many names do you have? Most people have two, maybe three. Not so for me.
Burning The Man
At Burning Man there are no observers ... only participants.