Wednesday, August 31, 2016


Lately I've been waking up thinking about our San Francisco apartment. How, at 28 I had experienced for the briefest of moments what it meant to live like a grown-up. I'm so tired of living in transition. Tomorrow, I move into a new living situation  quite different from any that I've ever had.

Yesterday, I spent a few minutes browsing a co-parenting website. It's for people who want kids but don't have anybody to have them with.

I had a revelation at therapy recently. All the men in my life, past and present, have shaped my life to what it is now.  This made me cry.

New rules

I said I would write something here at least once a month. That worked for awhile and made sense at the time because I needed that sense of being committed to us- you. I don't need to do this anymore. It's time for a new structure and that new structure is no structure.  Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, no structure: an amorphous form of emotions and feelings.