in danny’s sandbox

So it’s on Facebook this morning that I find out Stevan’s brother is dead. And it’s one of those moments that doesn’t make contact. I read the post several times, trying to make sense of it. But it’s too sudden and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for my childhood friend to have lost his brother. […]

you’re my only hope

My friend Chloe is a yogini. Aside from being lovely and flexible and hypnotizing me with her long, graceful arms when she wears those billowy-sleeve blouses, this also means she’s all spiritual and stuff. (They’re probably hemp. The blouses. I’m not trying to be catty, but they probably are.) Chloe is married to Ken, who is either […]

lovey, the teen-aged queen

Lovey turns 13 today. For those of you who don’t know who Lovey is, shame on you. You clearly have not been paying enough attention to me or going over the details of my life with the fine tooth comb I provided in the form of a blog. Fine. Let’s review: Who is Lovey? Is she […]

growing up dalston house

Once, in a Proust Questionnaire, I was asked for my greatest accomplishment. “My brother,” I responded quickly, without thinking it through. I could tell by the looks on people’s faces that I’d gotten the answer wrong. I blushed, and it slowly dawned on me that another human being’s existence could probably not be my accomplishment. I mean, […]

earth-born spirits

It is a long weekend and Delilah and her son, Django, are invited to go camping with some other families they loosely know. Delilah wonders at this, only insofar as she recognizes the signs of being taken under the wing of more established others. It is not exclusive to her life with Django, but rather a […]

you were supposed to be happy

I’ve gone off the meds, so one way or another, we’re in for an adventure. As is true of most of my affairs, this decision was made with a dedicated lack of forethought. One day, a woman who was supposed to go to the pharmacy to pick up her prescription simply didn’t go. And by the […]

who we became on the way down

Half of my family was staying on the east coast the summer it all went down. The other half was supposed to meet us there. Not all of them made it. I was eleven. “Stop faking,” Mum demanded, when I came to her about the staggering pain. By that time, I was well aware that […]

dark water

Lovey is twelve and living with her substitute family the day her period comes. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is. “Should we cancel the trip to the river?” Delilah, her substitute mother, asks. “Are you feeling blue?” Lovey is occasionally morose and Delilah has developed a regimen for it, in which she […]

not a player

At parent-teacher conferences, Mr. B suggests that my son, Django, explore other genres over the summer. My son is gorgeous, broad-shouldered with curly-blonde surfer hair. “Do you really think that?” he wants to know. “Or do you just have to say that because of the standards?” He’s also a sharp one. A full grade ahead […]

eventually

Mr. Shafroth, my year eight history teacher, stands in the kitchen of his campus house with my field hockey coach. “Are you kidding me?” she shouts. He is lucky she doesn’t have her stick. “What could you possibly be thinking? Bringing her here?” I sit quietly in the spare room, on a mattress platformed by […]