“Indian summer” are some hateful-ass words. I know I have nothing to complain about, having to moved to the Bay from a town where it was 112 in the shade […]
Meg Elison
Gush
There is nowhere to rant about how much I love this school. I try not to take any part of this for granted, and I am filled with gratitude for […]
Fifty Shades of Gray
I saw a woman on BART the other day reading Fifty Shades of Gray. She was middle-aged, thick in the middle with deep marionette lines. She wore her eyeliner thick with […]
Baking with Ruth Elison
(Originally written in 2009, just before my partner’s grandparents died. Think of it as a recipe in a time capsule.) I went to John’s grandparent’s today to learn to bake […]