
I grew up playing flashlight tag. I lived in the country; the neighborhood kids would gather at my house—a big range of ages, since I was the youngest of four children. We […]
I grew up playing flashlight tag. I lived in the country; the neighborhood kids would gather at my house—a big range of ages, since I was the youngest of four children. We […]
This deserves a longer exploration, but today I do not have the energy. I may never have the energy, so I want to say some things now, incomplete as they are, random […]
by Sheree L. Greer So, in 2006, I did the inevitable. I came out to my mother. I was in grad school in Chicago at the time, and I decided to tell […]
When Susan Lilley asked me if I had anything to post on Mother’s Day, I thought about pieces I’ve written about having a miscarriage, having and being a stepmother, parenting my own daughter, […]
These are some word-love-related excerpts from my manuscript BORDERLAND: A DOG, A LOVE, A DOUBLE-HELIX (or I might call the book AWESOME DOG, not sure). Anyway, the passages come late the book, from […]
When we were in college, my brother and I were driving down a main street in the town where our parents lived and we went to school. We both lived on campus. […]
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
A lot of people think if you love dogs, you’re probably personifying them. It’s easy to see why when people carry them around in Snuggies or put them in T-shirts that say, […]
“Another huge perk is that, unlike uber-gifted children, before they grow up and go off to college to scare the cr*p out of you by changing their majors and their genders, they die.” […]
Originally posted on Lisa Lanser Rose:
Mick at four-and-a-half months Today I’m going to brave the taboo topic of getting angry at your dog. Nowadays, if you so much as breathe a…