Robin spends most of his time like this, staring at me, waiting for everyone else to die or move out so we can be alone.
May 18
Gawker’s fundraising campaign to buy the Ford video
Drugs can be great fun, but Rob Ford is very terrible.
May 17
May 16
» The Second Part: On Waiting
These days when I get my period I crave a burger and fries. For the iron in the red meat and the salty carbs, maybe, but also for the immediacy of the meal and the ingrained comfort I associate, for better or for worse, with greasy fast food. This isn’t a…
My friend Teri wrote this and it is a really wonderful essay.
When people I know have babies or plan to have them or talk about wanting them I sometimes worry. ‘You’ll change your mind one day’ seems to have been true for almost everyone I know. Except me. I’m going to be 33 years old next month and ‘one day’ doesn’t mean the same thing it did when we were 25. Sometimes I wish I wanted babies because it would be a known future. I have seen those lives a million times. But I have only seen a few lives lived without children, none very up close, and sometimes the possibilities that exist without them seem too infinite in both the best and worst ways.
