I had a dream that standing in front of me was a tall pale person with a bird’s head and a long, pointed beak that curved slightly downward. It had black feathers or hair in that style that used to be called a mohawk, from the top of its head and falling down its back, […]
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Those Historic Gay Marriages
I’ve told Martha, “I’ll marry you as many times as it takes.” I guess we’re done getting married now. Here’s a story I wrote about those historic gay marriages in San Francisco in 2004. A version of it was published in Bad Subjects that year. I heard about the San Francisco same-sex marriages on a Thursday afternoon in […]
Father’s Day and a Bike Light
My father wasn’t a good dad; nobody would argue with that. However, a sharp blow to his head in old age improved our relationship. Here I am, after all, posting a photo of him on Father’s Day. The memory I wrote about below is one I later incorporated into the fictional characters’ lives in Like Light from Stars: […]
Reading at Bookstore Benefit
I just got back from reading at a benefit for St. Johns Booksellers, our little town’s beloved independent bookstore. The benefit was at Plew’s Brews, the local craft-beer-and-live-music place, and was lively, beery, cheerful, and noisy. I was one of several writers reading our own work. Also reading, among others: Martha Shelley, Kate de Gutes, […]