Being the mother of a son whose birth father does not live near, I think about Tin’s male role model needs quite a bit. I read and study up on what it is to be a boy. My introduction to boy-ness came from four older brothers and a father along with countless uncles, cousins, and my two grandfathers. I’ve been steeped in boys since early on. I’ve also had three husbands and many boyfriends, lovers,…
Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always…
Tatjana left her car here while she is out of the country and so I’m using it because it saves on gas with taking Tin to camp. So I was washing both her car and my truck, when I realized that my truck had been broken into and my iPhone charger and headset among other things stolen. As I was closing up both cars my transvestite neighbor – a real sweetie – was walking by…
So I’ve had a lot of visitors lately – not having a babysitter means mi casa es tu casa because I’m trapped like rodentia over here. I’ve had some stoop hanging, some dog hunts (Heidi jumped through the front door and took hot pursuit after a cat causing a HUGE dog search only to find her a few blocks away), fun hula hooping in the backyard, and certainly a few bottles of wine have been…
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. -Rumi ~ by Ma Deva Padma
I woke up this morning happy as a lark – well a bloated lark – which was most likely due to the salty snacks. Yes, I broke in the stoop last night and sat outside with a friend, white wine, a sweet cigar and yes, there were salty snacks. And it made me think more about this front house design of mine – the one that called for a porch until another friend said but…
The notion of who I am and what I want in life has surfaced more times than I can count in the last weeks and even to the point where when I went to speak on It’s New Orleans about my work on race and parenting, questions of my identity came up – since I’ve already determined all the identities I use that are fraudulent – let me add this: I’m a fraud LGBTQ as…
Birth is violent, whether it be the birth of a child or the birth of an idea. Beginning stages are rough. The most giant tree begins as a tiny green sprout, but that sprout pushes dirt out of its way as it forces itself up through the earth to the sunlight. Marianne Williamson
Yesterday was one of those nonstop days where everything just keeps getting pushed further out till day and night run together into one long dreamy sequence. I spent the day moving this bad daddy of cupboards into the house: This was one of those purchases I did not want to pass up – I needed a cupboard and cabinet space and this one screamed to me from the get go. It’s all cypress and was…
So where did I leave off? Was it somewhere where I was tip toeing through the tulips and espousing grandiose feelings of joie de vivre? Perhaps, or if not, let’s start there. I’ve come to realize that life is what you make of it and your body and your mind can be transformed by your will. Seriously. Does it happen often? Not often enough. I’d have to say that four days into Tin loving on…