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Listening to You
When my sister, Patricia, was a little girl, she wanted to fly like Peter Pan. The night she jumped from her bedroom window, her father was there to catch her. When she overdosed in the bathroom at...
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Coming Around Again
A month ago I would have thought this was an April Fool’s joke, too. But tomorrow, Ryan and I are taking off for a long weekend to see my family in New York City. It will be Ryan’s first time in New...
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“I didn’t realize how much I missed you.”
So, I’m moving home to New York City to be with my family. I never expected to see my family again after I walked away in 1995, shortly before my mother died. I blamed the alcoholism and drug abuse of...
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The Heart of America Versus the Purple Heart of Donald Trump
I trust Elaine Soloway to have a considered view of things. (Yes, the “my daughter based Transparent on my life” Elaine Soloway.) So when she posted to Facebook a New York Times article from a Donald...
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Crossing the Footbridge to Briarwood
It was the shock of my life when I heard myself say to Ryan over the weekend, “I could see living in Briarwood.” That only makes sense if I explain to you that Briarwood was the other half of my...
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The Blessing For Making Me Hispanic
I spent the better part of my life trying to figure out who I am ethnically. This summer, I finally succeeded. Most people who know me know my fake backstory. As soon as I was old enough to ask, my...
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Las Manos, Brazos, Pies, y Piernas
Finally coming to terms with my Spanish heritage this year has made the world suddenly sound completely different. As I shared in my Hispanic ethnicity post, my mother taught me to discount my Spanish...
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Cat and a Drop Dead Proof
(Photo: “This better not be going on your blog.”) When Overly Frank adopted olderly Ryza from PAWS Chicago earlier this month, the cuddly interaction between Oklahoma expat and 11-year-old feline made...
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To Be Sure
Another Father’s Day come and gone. The older I get, the more the manufactured holiday matters to me, and the more surprised I am that that’s the case. I guess after forty, I feel the regrets I...
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The Shit That Weighs You Down
On the Disney bus ride back to the airport two weekends ago, the extended family of my long-lost father found me for the first time in 49 years. A niece of his–and I suppose half-cousin of mine–named...
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