The Weight of “If”

A Letter to My Father I must have been about four when Grandma Lupe died. What was she? 103? 130? To the four year old mind those numbers are interchangeable. What I remember is that she was old, tiny, in a wheelchair, and her hands were soft and blue. Her skin was loose and cool […]
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A Little Girl is Burying Her Daddy

A Letter to My Father Tomorrow is Veterans Day. You always called me on that day. Which is funny to me because you served, too. I think it was an excuse to hear my voice. I remember a call you made to me on September 11th. Yes, THAT September 11th. I was not prepared for […]
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I Should Tell You

It’s a Sunday in Paris. I have been here a little over two years now. I sometimes remember how surprised and impressed you were that I wanted to move here after Jen died. You, more than anyone, seemed to understand that I was adrift and needed something, anything, to steer by. And Paris seemed like […]
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I Pissed Off the Germans

Oh my god, do not piss of the Germans! That’s what I learned yesterday when I posted on threads what I thought was a harmless quip about the sound of the language. One of my favorite things is hearing little kids speaking French. It is absolutely adorable. Yesterday on the 9 line I was next […]
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V for…

It’s a strange thing to see people satisfied with themselves for protesting on a Saturday after months of planning. Don’t get me wrong, there was some good that came from the No Kings protest; like running on a treadmill instead of outside – at least you burn the calories even if you’re never really going […]
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On Acting

Once upon a time I did stand-up comedy. Yes really. Sometimes I was even funny. I was incredibly comfortable because I had done a ton of stage acting and, as a child, had the temerity to walk right up to a director and announce that I would like “to do that.” THAT being acting. In […]
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Dear Cousin

I’ve been thinking about this since I got your message on my birthday. I love you, cuz, but I love the distance between us. I don’t know why you decided a shit father, rapist, racist, business cheating, draft dodging cunt was the type of man you wanted to hitch your wagon to, but you do […]
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More of the Same

It’s an unsurprising thing in today’s United States that marginalized groups are losing rights they thought they were done having to fight for. That’s what they do though, innit? They attack the weakest group, the trans community, wait for the reaction, when there is none they move onto the next group. Rinse, lather, repeat. And […]
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