Six Generations of First Born Women for Sunday, June 1, 2003

We meet for dinner, Igo's on Mass.Ave. I'm struck by his vulnerability. He is sheepish. We talk for hours. He doesn't want to pressure me. (Just the fact that I'm there, I knew what was coming). He loves me. What next? At least we make another date. This goes on. He shows me his apartment. There is... Sign in to see full entry.

Six months go by. Pete tried calling at all-times of the day and night. I ignored him. After awhile the calls stopped. I entered my first year of graduate school. Money was really tight. B.U. offered me a graduate teaching assistantship which paid my tuition but I still needed a place to stay. One... Sign in to see full entry.

The Head of the Charles is a popular college rowing event held in Cambridge every spring. I was at the B.U. boathouse that year to provide moral support for a guy I was dating who rowed for the team. It was a chilly day in April and I was under-dressed. There was a group of older guys a short... Sign in to see full entry.