His: Korean Food, home-cooked (BAH! Do you know how time-consuming it is?) Hers: Completing To-Do List (cheerfully) His: Touch (Bah! Just Bah!) Hers: Eye contact, full attention. Turn off A.D.D. (Touch not necessary.) His: Live piano music (Well, all right. I do miss playing.) Hers: Time. To. Write.
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my… Read More But He, Being Poor, Has Only His Dreams
Jody was new to town and after being introduced to Jeff, agreed to hang out. Over her glass of beer, she wondered, “Now, how am I going to tell him I’m a lesbian?” He said he was cool with it. She made it clear this wasn’t a date. At one point in the drinking marathon,… Read More They Went On Dating Him After He Raped Them
Peter asked that I tell this story from our dating days. It begins in the laid-back land of Southern California where entire cities don’t push to cut their way through throngs of cars on impatient legs, daring drivers to run over them. Pedestrians actually keep to the crosswalk and – to the stupefaction of visiting… Read More East Meets West: A Literal Translation
Talk about the close of a long chapter. Today we sold the Hyundai that took me all over California when I forfeited my east coast residency 12 years ago. Since I stopped driving her when we got our minivan several years ago, I haven’t really thought of the sedan as my car. Yesterday Peter sighed… Read More Car Sale, Memories, Love
A Holistic Journey 