Six Generations of First Born Women

Mothers take a beating throughout literature, including in my recent writing. (To be fair, I accept my share of blame as a flawed mom.) The first mom that I've known and wished had been my own was RG's. I met her during my first trip with him to Wyoming. She was not formally educated, but definitely... Sign in to see full entry.

Bill and I drove out to Stockbridge for New Year's Eve. He made dinner reservations at a very fancy inn, we also had room accommodations at a bed and breakfast place close by. Erika stayed home. She was going to First Night with Fernando. Stockbridge, two and a half hours from Boston, a picture... Sign in to see full entry.

I'm glad Robin's coming for dinner. I'm feeling good. It's one of those days when there's so much energy in me I can't contain it. I go for an early run, take a bath (no perfume-he hates perfume), and start to fix dinner. He's early, anxious, smiling. He kisses me "Merry Christmas." It's five days... Sign in to see full entry.

A monsterous moon, yellow as egg yolk, sits on the tops of the trees at the end of Wrentham Street. I start to run and feel RG beside me like a ghost. Last night, at 7:30, Robin calls. "Didn't expect to find you home on a Saturday night." It's one of his cagey indirect ways of testing me. "I'm not,... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night Bill K. arrives all dressed up. We're going to a party. He brought my Christmas gifts, a book on contemporary erotic photography. He often buys me books I'm not really interested in. I don't tell him, so how could he possibly know. The other gift was perfect, a gift certificate to... Sign in to see full entry.