archives for June 2004
red slider turtles and levonorgestrel
Wednesday 9 June 2004 | I like a cookie
Newly returned from my Planned Parenthood appointment, I am fairly bursting with love for my fellow woman and her reproductive health rights, ready to phone my senator, ready to march on Washington, ready to, to, to do—okay I don’t quite know what, but something. Become a union organizer maybe. There it’s been all this time, […]
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update from the trench
Wednesday 9 June 2004 | I like a cookie
Due to emotional complications with the Incomprehensible Irishman, N. is no longer a compost boy, which had been his strategy for avoiding attractive guests over the summer—to be forever smelly and lugging around rotting tubs of things. But the Incomprehensible Irishman has more than once brought him to tears and rage (frustrating, because they’d been […]
thou shalt have no other cats before me
Wednesday 9 June 2004 | I like a cookie
Thus says Nina, regally, with cool silent eyes, regarding us with hauteur from the butterscotch leather mini-loveseat where she has set up her mysterious operations of late. (Here she is with somewhat less hauteur.)
(My parents went furniture shopping last week, further decorating the living room in the style to which my father refers as Early […]
