But something told me it wasn’t ok to love my perfectly tall and thin body. Continue reading
Truths and Tautologies.
Catchphrases. Quotable quotes. Life Commandments. Maybe our mothers used to say them; maybe we read them in some book and it sounded smart to use in conversation. Maybe we wrote them in lipstick on a lover’s bathroom mirror in a desperate(ly pathetic) act of romantic grandiosity. Or maybe they were just simple things we’ve picked up along the way that we have found to be, well, pretty damned accurate in this ongoing tightrope walk we walk.
There’s a not-so recent NY Times article which has sat uncomfortably with me for a while. It posits that while we generation X-ers are famously sarcastic, conflicted, inherently resentful of our self-obsessed boomer parents and dismissive of sentimentalism; we are also faced with an existential challenge: how do we look back on the good old days without betraying our “reality bites” outlook? Continue reading
We’d arranged to meet in a dark bar in the middle of London to say our final goodbyes. I hadn’t seen him for weeks, maybe months. He looked great – younger, more vital, refreshed. I was a wreck. I still … Continue reading