Category: Thoughts

On a lark I recently clicked a bit searching for a high school friend I’ve lost touch with, thinking about how I screwed up her chance to shoot the objects of her desire. Celeste was a journalism comrade who spent every afternoon in our schools’ darkroom. I helped her sometimes, shaking developer over rolls of…

MS and I spent a long, beautiful weekend at the beach. We brought very little with us, some salmon, some music, some clothes, not enough champagne. Why is there either too much or never enough champagne? And we brought Maverick. River did not get to come because we were in a wine-and-lounge-chairs mood, not a…

My friend told me about how understanding gluten has changed her life, and it truly helped me understand mine. Because it is never too early in a conversation to turn it around and make it about me. Her: So after all of those tests, and camera yo-yoing through my innards, and treatment for ulcers and…

I’ve picked a side in a very high stakes grudge match. I’m not sure what my next move is, but I assure you It Is On. It started Saturday night when MS and I were at the Winery, next to Tapas (it is really named “Tapas”), both of which have outdoor patio seating overlooking one…

It wasn’t the worst party ever, but it was pretty bad. I hate to sound ungrateful. Any invitation to someone’s home should be treated with more grace than I am about to levy right now. But you know how you feel after you sucker yourself into watching the two-hour Bachelor special, cotton-brained about yourself and…

I brought My Sugar fifty roses yesterday for her 50th birthday. Fifty long-stemmed red Charlottes in two huge vases. I envisioned walking into her office with my arms full of beauty and cocking my head in a charming way as the magnificent sight and perfume reached deep into her soul to make her feel happy…

I was in my early 20s, living in St. Louis after spending summer and fall in Europe pretending to be poor. I stretched the money I had earned during my last year in college by being expatriate-moveable-feast poor. I spent little and lived on the student hostel breakfast and coffee and drinks and maybe a…

My Sugar is from Miami but loves the skein of years she spent running a farm in the hills of North Carolina. I’m from St. Louis but for a handful of years–about the same piece of time that MS was farming, actually– I lived in the deep woods in a primitive cabin. We each occasionally…

With soggy, stormy weekends like this one, how am I going to work on my tan lines? Worse, very few tan-lined bodies are walking around town, and I heart a smart tan line. My love of fleshlines might border on a fetish because I think they are highly erotic, but I don’t go out of…

Friday afternoon: this is the important decision point of your week. It is the time that you ask yourself: how is the weekend looking for my booty? One way or the other, the weekend is about the booty. Are you going to shake your booty, sit on your booty, work your booty off, get your…