Balancing Act

The Match met my two younger kids a few days ago. This felt both momentous (to me) and insignificant (to them), for what does it mean to meet yet another adult in their child-centric lives? They waved at him obligingly before running back to what they had been doing before. His child was also there,…

Next Steps and Red Tape

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Usually, writing helps, but I haven’t taken the time to sit down with my prehistoric laptop and do my favorite variety of processing. But here I am at last. With the emotional support of a margarita, a bowl of popcorn, and my favorite Spotify playlist (yep, the…

Sometimes You Just Know

Snapshots from today: 8:15 am: The Match insisted on making me breakfast without any clothes on. I returned the favor and made some naked coffee. 8:45 am: We discussed the necessity of a solidly choreographed first dance “if we ever get married,” then we got real about what we actually wanted (a visit to the…

Treasure Chest

Most of the time… I write to ward off the forgetting, To crystallize the moment, To graffiti the hero With mustache and rabbit ears, For my memory is kinder to me Than I deserve. But sometimes… I write to build monuments, Ineffable, flawed memorials To the sweetly fleeting moments, The trappings of nascent love, For…

Amazon, Diabetes, and Ennui: A Hodgepodge of Thoughts

Thoughts on a variety of things… On the recommendation of fellow blogger Joanna, I recently started watching Fleabag on Amazon. Oh my word, y’all. I don’t watch much tv, and it really takes something special to suck me in. Consider me fully engrossed. When it came to Fleabag’s encounters with men, her rationalizations for her…

The Mystery of Timing in Relationships

“What do you think it is that makes us different?” The Match asks me. We’ve just finished devouring giant slices of cake — lemon for him, coconut for me — at an Italian coffee place in the city, the second stop on a recent summer weeknight date. When I’d shown up earlier that evening to…